The Empty Bench and the Open Road
A Springtime Wave of Nostalgia
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6 min readMar 12, 2022
It’s been half a year since my husband died.
Six intense months during which I was filled with an eerie energy that propelled me into simultaneously grieving the immensity of the loss and throwing myself resolutely into the next chapter of my life.
It was also a time during which I juggled even more than my usual quota of responsibilities for helping others, administrative and technological problem solving, writing commitments and self-imposed deadlines, engagement in…
