Resurrection People
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The black night crushed down on me, a weight greater than any I’d ever borne. My soul felt devoid of all light.
Widow. I was a widow. A few hours ago, my beloved husband Ron died, leaving a hole in my heart I feared would never be filled. The tears streamed down my face. I reached across my bed for Ron’s pillow, needing the comfort of his familiar scent as I waited for the first pink threads of morning.