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

six years ago.

I walked the rows twice.

Then I stood in the section where she should have been and looked at the space that was there instead.

Empty.

Not an unmarked grave — not a simple stone without ornamentation. Empty ground. Grass growing undisturbed. No marker of any kind, no indication that anyone had been laid here or was expected to be.

She was continue reading …