Dreary 6 AM. Monday morning. No energy to start the car. Only eight months? Seemed like 1,000 years since my life stopped. 8 AM. I’d sat motionless for two hours. Cell phone. My boss wondering why I was late. Sent a text: Not coming in. I used to like my job until it became a means to forget. Now I couldn’t go in for one more day. Couldn’t go back into the house. Everything about it reminded me of him. A little blood clot in the brain—aneurysm—and just like that after 10 year