At 70, I flew home from the funeral of the man I spent 43 years with. I texted our family group chat:

“Yes?”

“My name is Dana Lewis. We’re with Channel 7 News.

We were wondering if you’d be willing to talk for a moment.”

For a second, I thought they had the wrong house. “I think you might be mistaken,” I said. She shook her head.

“No, ma’am. We’re not.”

She lowered her voice slightly. “Someone shared your message from last night.”

My stomach dropped.

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