After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

light. Pale. Eyes tired but unmistakably, specifically his — that same precise focus I had known from the beginning, unchanged by everything.

He smiled at the camera. That crooked, slightly self-conscious smile he only produced when he caught himself being more sentimental than he thought he should be.

“Avery,” he said. “If you’re seeing this, then first,continue reading …