remember my mother saying once that death anoints all sinners as saints. You read any eulogy or obituary, and you’d think that anyone who ever died was perfect. When someone’s gone, it’s easy to forget all the flaws, all the fights. But . . . that flattens them. It makes them boring. My husband had a short fuse. He once hurled a book against the wall because he found it so infuriating. He talked way too loud, which annoyed the hell outta me. If he didn’t like you, he made no attempt to hide it. He was very well-read, and he believed in his values very strongly, and sometimes that made him very
...more
