Imagine burying a loved one, only to see them alive again. When my son saw his “dead” mother on our beach vacation, my world was shattered in ways I couldn’t have predicted.
At 34, I never imagined I’d be a widower with a 5-year-old son. Two months ago, I kissed my wife, Stacey, goodbye, and a phone call changed everything. A drunk driver had taken her life, or so I thought. I never got to say goodbye, as her parents had arranged everything without my consent.
Grief clouded my judgment, and I accepted their decision without question. But my heart broke as I held Luke, telling him Mommy was in heaven. The house felt empty, haunted by memories. I needed a change, so we went to the beach.
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