There Was an Extra Place at the Table for My Late Husband—That’s When My Son Went Pale

him and said the truest thing I knew: “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to love a ghost who came back to life.”

“Neither do I,” Robert admitted. “But maybe we figure it out together.”

“Maybe,” I said.

And as the waitress poured coffee and the morning sun streamed through the windows of the diner where we’d fallen in love forty-two years earlier,continue reading …