At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

like sleep and asking for hot chocolate. And some mornings I wake up and I see a man at a restaurant raising a glass to the father he killed.

They’re the same person. I haven’t figured out how to hold that yet.

But I’ll tell you what I do know.

I know that on the day they buried Eduardo, my son squeezed my hand too hard and told me I was no longer part continue reading …