Image compliments of https://unsplash.com/photos/brown-wooden-bench-HlhgXw-1r8A?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditShareLink Dee unlocked the door to go on her morning walk to the park. As she opened the door, she felt the slight breeze rustle through her hair. “I’d better grab a jacket”, she said to the empty house. It had been 6 months since Carl died and she couldn’t seem to …
