BY SUSAN ESTRICH When you’re young, three years seems like a lifetime. The difference between 15 and 18, or 18 and 21; the difference between a 2-year-old and a kindergartner; the difference between the first date and the wedding. It’s been three years since my beloved friend Kath died. It feels like yesterday. I tell my friend Sylvia, who just lost her beloved husband, Dickie, that it will hurt a little bit less each day. […]

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