When you love someone but have to part ways, it’s normally a struggle to move on, because that person is familiar to you. That person, at one point, was who you centered your whole life on. I was ashamed to admit I was losing touch with that familiarity. The presence of my husband had been washed away long ago, and though our memories lingered in my heart, something had changed—and not just now, or even when he died, but well before that.
