I was beginning to feel that in addition to losing my spouse, I was losing a sizeable piece of my self, too. I wasn’t certain what that meant, at that point in time, or for the future. What piece? Maybe some last vestige of Mary? I could imagine her slim form, slipping through less than a crack in some doorway, out to the street, listening to the sound of a violin or a flute, some music only she could hear, and something she knew she needed to follow no matter what else was going on.
