Devastated After Burying My Wife, I Took My Son on Vacation, My Blood Ran Cold When He Said, Dad, Look, Moms Back!
Grief has a strange way of warping time. Some days feel endless, stretching on like a slow, agonizing wave that never breaks, while others vanish so quickly you barely notice they happened at all. I was just 34 years old when I buried my wife, Stacey, the love of my life, and in an instant,…