My Husband Told Me Never To Go To The House At Blue Heron Ridge Until Three Years Later

project Ruth and I had started, and neither of us talked about grief directly, which was fine, because grief had been the atmosphere we moved through for three years and it was becoming something else now, something with more oxygen in it.

At the end of the path there was a bench, a simple wooden bench placed to face the valley.

We sat down on it.

Below continue reading …