When my husband died from a heart attack in 2016, I wrote his eulogy in disjointed notes on my phone at three a.m. The task felt bigger than language itself. These acknowledgments seem almost as difficult because it’s not just about the book. It’s about everything that happened in the seven years leading up to it, and I’d need another ninety thousand words to adequately express my gratitude for the outpouring of support we received. My heartfelt thanks to everyone who held us in your arms during our tragedy. You saved us.
