“I Buried My Husband Alone While Our Kids Celebrated Elsewhere – By Sunrise, I Took an Action That Shook All of Them”

than substance, he’d insisted on routine. Pills at eight sharp. The evening news at six. Slippers placed side by side before bed, as if order could somehow hold back the chaos of dying. He was a man built on structure, on dignity, on showing up when you said you would.Our children had learned none of these things.