My Husband Died While Visiting His Daughter—Then the Wedding Ring Inside His Urn Said, “DON’T BELIEVE HER”

Neither did I, completely.

We were still learning that grief and anger did not have to occupy every minute to remain real.

A funny story was allowed to be funny.

A child was allowed to enjoy it without weighing the adults’ history first.

When Toby asked another question, I answered it.

Toby asked whether the lake Patrick had described was real.

“Yes,” I said.

“And the tree?”