It's Easter Day, 2015. This is my second Easter without Robert. I didn't get a Reese's egg from him, that he would go out and get, even in the middle of the night, because he knows I love them. And it's not any easier to not get one. Everyone says the first holidays are the hardest, and while that's true, that doesn't make the rest "easy", just "easier". And that, my friends, is a very important difference.
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