Losing a loved one is always a tragic life event. That loss became even more difficult when Stephanie Sloane lost her husband of fifty-eight years just as New York City was going into the COVID-19 lockdown. Like so many others to come, the funeral was on ZOOM. And Stephanie was left to face life alone, in an apartment meant for two, without the comfort of family or friends for hugs and a shoulder to cry on. One morning she took pen to paper to...
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