both feelings was a terror that the truth might make me grieve a man who had never truly existed. Three days later, David was taken to the hospital. He never came home. The funeral passed in a blur of black clothing, flowers, casseroles, and voices telling me how fortunate I had been to share my life with such a good man. Grace stood beside our children continue reading …
throughout the service. People asked who she was. “She’s family,” I answered. Even as I said it, I did not know whether it was true. The night after we buried David, I lay awake in our bed. His side was cold. For fifteen years, I had fallen asleep listening to his breathing. Now the silence … Read more
