The Life I Thought Was Over

It layers.

It carries memory without being crushed by it.

Two months after our wedding, Daniel asked me something unexpected.

“Would you want to do something for Peter?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Something intentional,” he said. “Not mourning. Just… acknowledgment.”

So we planted a tree in the backyard.

A maple, sturdy and slow-growing. Something that continue reading …