moment. “Take it from a very old woman. No amount of sadness is going to bring your husband back. Did he want you to be happy when he was alive?” “Blissfully.” She smiles. “Don’t take that away from him, then, in death.” I’d never considered it quite this way. Staying sad and half-living this life since he died. It’s all I’ve been able to manage and what I thought people expected. But it’s not me. Am I betraying his greatest wish for me?
