“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say because I don’t know what else sounds good in this situation, although I regret it as soon as the words leave my mouth. “You know, people always say that, including myself, but I didn’t truly understand what it meant until I had to go through it personally.” I feel my throat getting scratchy as she continues, “Every time I’m reminded of my husband, it feels like I’ve lost him all over again.”
