They hadn't, but I still felt comfortable discussing it with him.
But I felt torn between feeling very attached to his memory and also taking tentative steps toward a future without him.
Widowhood also has had a strange sanctifying effect on how men perceive me.
Well, yes, of course I loved him, but our marriage was like most: It had highs and lows.
In the year before Frank got sick, we'd gone through marriage counseling and even a trial separation, but there was never any question that I'd be there during his illness.
And this, the only appropriate designation, felt hard-earned.