I buried my husband when our daughter, Susie, was only three months old.
He never got to see her crawl. Never heard her laugh. Never held her hand on the first day of school. From the moment he died, it was just the two of us against the world. I learned how to be strong because there was no other choice. I learned how to smile through exhaustion, how to stretch one paycheck into two, how to answer questions like, “Where’s my dad?” without breaking apart.
