HuffPost Personal
"If we elect Trump as president once again, I fear we’ll return to this dark age of cruelty toward those who look and sound slightly different."
"Society is not kind to women who age," the author writes. "But aging has given me something that I didn’t even know I needed."
"Two weeks before Christmas, I found my husband, Ted, lying on the ground of our brand-new home ... unable to move."
"For close to six months, I could not walk without a cane, or I had to be pushed in a wheelchair or hold on to a friend, sibling or son. I could not button clothes or use a pen to write."
WHAT'S HAPPENING
"I have no real memory of the months after his passing. ... I’d 'wake' to find myself at the grocery store holding a box of his favorite cereal with no idea how I got there."
"I was in physical pain. I wanted my dad. How could he be missing this? How was it fair that he wasn’t there?"
"There were many torturers over the years, but Forest always held the top spot, if not for cruelty then for longevity."
"Our marriage vows keep coming back to me: 'In sickness and in health.' How can I not be there to hold his hand?"
"My grief consumed me. I was no longer the person I had been. I blamed myself, feeling the weight of every unfulfilled expectation and cultural pressure."
"I wandered into a Verizon store. When I asked the salesperson which of the two in-store flip phones he’d recommend, he laughed and said, 'Um, neither?'"





















