The cards and photos have long been lovingly put into a nice box and stored away. The calls asking “so how you doing” have slowed to a trickle too. Most of Elaine’s clothes have been brought over to Goodwill and I have started to move some of my stuff into her old dresser drawers. The medical insurance has all been figured out and I haven’t seen a doctor’s bill or EOB in many weeks. It’s been six months since I’ve become a widower and as time moves onward, the rhythm of a new life is starting to emerge.
