Seven Years After My Daughter’s Funeral, I Followed Her Husband to a Rehabilitation Center—And Saw a Woman I Thought Was Dead
The question was quiet.
I could have said we both tried.
That I made phone calls.
That I paid fees.
That I’d been grieving too.
All true, in some respects.
But they weren’t the answer to what she was asking.
“No,” I said.
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