While Preparing My Husband For Burial I Discovered Coordinates That Changed Everything

than anger. A kind of grief for the truth of what had been, for the forty-two years that had been real even if they were incomplete, for the man who had worn his hair a certain way his whole adult life and whose sock drawer I still knew better than I knew almost anything, and who had been more and less and other than what he told me he was.

He had been continue reading …