I stand in front of our tombstone this month, looking at the dates, wondering when my death date will be inscribed. I often drive through the cemetery to check on my late husband. I’m not sure what I think good it will do. Is he suddenly going to appear? Did the grave move? Will tracing my fingers on his name bring solace and peace?
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