I must mention one more thing. It may not be the last I speak of Gronk during my mourning period, but I have to mention it either way:
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Gronk Gronk. Day 517.
Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him.
Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire department at the time, waiting for a call about a downed tree or a hole in someone’s roof. The storm began to calm so I took a nap.
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I’ll talk about it tomorrow. I need another day.
Our Loss. Day 515.
Rest in peace, Gronk.
Let Her Cry. Day 399.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go out alone?” my friend said to me. We were sitting at the picnic table in my backyard at my house on Shamrock Drive smoking Camel Crush cigarettes and drinking too much coffee.
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Teresa Forester Adams 