It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.
I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who...
What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
