At My Husband’s Funeral, a Teenage Boy I Had Never Seen Before Walked up to Me and Said, ‘ He Promised You’d Take Care of Me’
I thought I knew every chapter of my husband’s life. Twenty-eight years of marriage will do that to you. I knew how Daniel stirred his coffee—counterclockwise, always three turns. I knew he hummed off-key when he was nervous. I knew the story about his first apartment with broken heating and secondhand furniture, and the scar…
