My Ray

Lee Laprade

My husband died after along lengthy illness. I grieved terribly and all the wrong ways. (Is there a right way?) I became a close friend of Scotch and soda and everything else that would wipe out the pain. Then I hurt and I cried, and accepted. After 2 long years I have learned to love the memories that we had, and to realize Ray will never be gone from me. The things I chose to kill the pain were killing me. I loved him more than life itself. If I can help one person...please let it be here. This is a tribute to a man who love could not save.

Lee Laprade

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anniversary date 08-18-95
date of post 01-26-98

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