I saw something in my sister’s face that morning when she got the news. It wasn’t only a look of distress, one of sadness and anger and horror over losing her husband. It was also one of simply wanting her life back. She wanted to get out of bed the next morning and have life go back to normal, have Adam come home. Maybe she’d make some waffles, maybe AJ would whack Taylor with a toy, and he’d have to go to timeout. But that was OK. Because that was normal life, and it was wonderful.
