It's been a while since my adventurer husband passed away. I loved seeing him absorbed in the things he loved. Recently, when I see my son working seriously on something, it somehow reminds me of my husband when he was younger, and I feel conflicted. I spent every day wishing, "I want to see him, even if only just once more, and be comforted..." until, as the anniversary of his death approached, I realized I hadn't apologized to him...
