Winter Solstice. The Darkest Night.
Ten days away from seven years without him.
In the quiet I think of him, talk to him. Miss him.
In the bleak midwinter, long ago, he left, and I stayed, to forever wonder.
Where are you, Ben?
Can you hear me?
Are you here?
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*HUGS*, Ginny.
I hope he can. I hope he knows how beloved he is and how deeply he is missed. xo
He is there.
Yes.
Yes.
Hugs to you sweetheart. I wish you many peaceful moments this holiday.
Monica
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