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 changing how time feels. Some days stretch endlessly, others disappear before you can even take a breath. I was thirty-four when I lost my wife, Stacey, and suddenly became a single father to our five-year-old son. The last time I saw her, her chestnut hair smelled like lavender when…