The water is wide, I can not cross over,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Make me a boat that is made for two,
And we shall row, my love and I.
-old English folk song
Yesterday marked one year since I lost Todd. He was the rudder and the sail on our boat. I'm now, after a painful, long year, still floundering aimlessly. I need Todd back at the oars with me giving my…
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