The first year is a gauntlet of milestones: the first anniversary, the first birthday, the first holiday season.
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This post is not a guide to "fix" your grief. There is no fixing. This is simply a letter to the mourning wife, to remind you that you are not going crazy. You are just going through the impossible. The first year is a gauntlet of milestones: