It’s twenty-two years to the day
of the worst day of his life, the

day his wife of twenty-six years
died that day in a day. He look-

ed at his wife of almost twenty
years, a widow whose husband

died twenty-two years and seven
months ago and he said to her

that the remembrance of that day
is a day of sadness, maybe even

lingering anger given how the
death happened, emptiness, sor-

row not anything like joy, happ-
iness, contentment, hope, plans,

expectations — all the things that
they feel toward each other this

day, this sad day, but this day of
love and hope — love and hope.