I Went to Visit My Husband’s Late Wife’s Grave and Discovered She Was Never Dead

took forty minutes. I didn’t call him. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I sat with the radio off and thought about what I was doing and why, and the further I drove the more certain I felt that I needed to do it.

The cemetery was large and well-kept, sections organized by family name and era. I walked for a while, reading inscriptions, following continue reading …