The point of the night? To write about love. (‘I’ll Reach Out’ for Love Notes.)
I created a tiny snippet of my original story that sweetly condenses the very worst day of my entire life into five brief minutes. 
The intoxicating love from my husband for me, flew into the next life with him and how do I know that? He called me from that next life.
A lot of my fellow speakers were able to wonderfully use humor describing their relationships, (past or present) and I was able to sprinkle a smidge of humor into my story. I also focused on the topic that means a lot to me and that was love.
If your husband reaching out to you from the beyond isn’t full-bodied love, I don’t know what is.
I’m the luckiest lady alive, because I know that my husband’s last thought was about me. I finally get to share that spectacular after death moment with the world. 
So much love. Love does not simply end because he’s gone, it morphs into something else, but it doesn’t cease.
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