I Said Goodbye To My Husband Six Months Ago Until I Heard His Voice In A Grocery Store

I buried my husband six months ago.

At least, that was what everyone told me I did.

I stood beside a casket under a gray Missouri sky while the wind pulled at my black coat and my son Lucas kept one hand pressed against my elbow, as if I might fold in half and disappear into the grass. I watched the minister lower his head, heard the soft scrape of shovels continue reading …