The Life I Thought Was Over

course.”

“Do you ever feel guilty?” he asked. “About being happy again?”

The question caught me off guard, not because it hurt, but because it was honest.

“Yes,” I said. “Sometimes.”

He nodded. “Me too. Sometimes I’ll laugh, and then I feel bad, like I’m forgetting him.”

I reached out and squeezed his hand.

“Grief doesn’t disappear,” I said. “It changes continue reading …