Once over dinner I told her, of course he loved you! how could you doubt it?and she burst into tears, But he died!

Living in Greece I learned why so many women wore black: a year for parents, for a husband forever, telling the neighbors takecare of me, I am weak with grief,I have turned to ash inside.

Our grief mirrors our love.

She says I don't know what to say, as if she'd been raised in the woods by wolves.