Widowhood

The Condolences End. Being a Widow Doesn't.

On the morning of my third wedding anniversary last Tuesday, or more accurately, the third time I celebrated my first anniversary, I awoke still hugging my husband Erik's dark green Patagonia fleece. It was his favorite, the one he's wearing in the photo we used for his memorial service program. I hadn't needed to sleep with it in a while, but I di...