At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash

The company becomes somebody else’s company.

The dead become memories instead of daily arguments.

And your own life stops being an exhibit in somebody else’s case.

On the anniversary of the crash, I no longer notice the date.

I noticed that fact one year only after the day had passed.

I smiled.

Not because I had forgotten Alistair.

Because my calendar had finally filled with things that belonged to me.