Someday, Maybe

by Onyi Nwabineli

Therefore, in the spirit of continued honesty, here are three things you should know about my husband: He was the great love of my life despite his penchant for going incommunicado. He was, as far as I and everyone else could tell, perfectly happy. Which is significant because... On New Year’s Eve, he killed himself. And here is one thing you should know about me: I found him. Bonus fact: No. I am not okay.

This opening drew me right in.

Grief is not neat. Pain is not dignified. Both are ugly, visceral things. They

This is true, though we often try to hide the ugly parts of our grief from others. I felt this deeply.

My eyes are dry.

When I read this, mine weren't. So many raw emotions in this book.