On the Death of my Husband

Goodbyes

I never thought I’d say the words, “My husband is dead.” Really, does anyone? 16 years of joy, laughter, dreams, trailblazing, children, and love — so much love, all came crashing down in the space of 13 months. The illness itself remains unnamed, but it exacerbated other conditions and created new ones. Any one on its own would have been enough, but his death was orchestrated, organized, and…