The night they first met, Faye’s date asked about her first husband. He asked about her experience as a widow. About what her first marriage was like. Why, he wondered, would she think he’d be deterred by her loss? Doesn’t everyone experience loss? Why would it scare him that she’d been loved, that she’d had a healthy relationship? Shouldn’t everyone have that in life? Why would we categorize our universal human experiences of loss, love, and grief as something negative?
