He spoke nothing during the funeral. He gripped her picture tightly and nodded at everybody like he was frightened he’d break apart if he stopped. That first…
The laundry? Still in the washer—smelled like a swamp. The sink? Overflowing with dishes I didn’t even remember using. Then Danny came home and asked, “What’s for…
At 34, I was a grieving widower raising our 5-year-old son, Luke. My wife Stacey had died in a car accident—at least, that’s what her parents told…