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It has been a little over 2 years since Charlie went home to be with Jesus. I often visit his grave just to feel close to part of him that's left here on earth. It may sound silly, but I can pour out my heart and no one hears except me and God. Sometimes it is quite cathartic, a way to release your frustrations and anxiety in complete privacy. I cannot say it is always good things; in fact I was quite angry with him (one of the stages of grief) and literally said all the things I didn't have the chance to hash out with him because he was taken way too soon. Even though it has been two years I still am grieving, lonely and lost. After 33 years, half of my life with having someone to share your life with, good or bad, I am at a loss.