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Moving On Can Take Courage

fsSlowly I sipped my tea and looked about me — down at the uneven paving on the terrace where Joe had replaced the bricks that summer he and Liza visited, the stone railing in front of which my son-in-law’s parents and I posed with our grandchildren one Mother’s Day (why does seven years ago feel like yesterday?), the little bush under the terrace that grew from a plant my daughter-in-law and I put in the ground the week after my husband, Lee, died. I saw the tiny brick path we’d laid stretching from the drive to the front door. Front door — kind of a joke, since we never used it. Our house was entered only through the kitchen door. It was the kitchen where we gathered, the kitchen where we whispered our family secrets (Dad smoked from various