A shared thought is a seed planted. How it grows into a tale is up to the writer. And the reader's understanding comes from the place where his own truth lives. That is the beauty...and tragedy...of the craft.
Mid fifties, married thirty years. My husband has sweetly asked me to try to outlive him, because he doesn't want to face life alone.
His odds are pretty good. Both our mothers (still living!) outlived our fathers. And our grandmothers...
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canadafreeze says,
So true ...