by Nita Whitaker LaFontaine There are days that I feel like a toddler— a runabout as they are called in Europe. I am running about and figuring out so many different things in my new world. Even after a little more than 21 months ago when my husband Don LaFontaine passed away, I find myself asking, “How can this be? He was just here.” As I pass a photograph with his smiling eyes looking back at me, it still at time seems unbelievable and new. At other times, it feels like it’s been 10 years since I’ve seen his face....
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