(A Reflection On Marriage and Mental Illness)
By Dennis Edwards
Contributing Columnist
I’ve missed my best friend so much at times the hurt kind of tortures my spirit. Never knew I could ache in sparsely known places, enchanted spaces where pain has no passport to linger. Where lovers and friends never really part. Proof perhaps of a vacancy, the void of heart and soul Hank Williams amplified with poignant accuracy when he wrote 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry'.
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