Devastated After Burying My Wife, I Took My Son on Vacation
Grief hit me hard and early in life. At just 34, I found myself a widower with a 5-year-old son. My wife, Stacey, had passed away two months earlier in what was described as a sudden and tragic accident. I kissed her goodbye, the scent of lavender still clinging to her chestnut hair. A few…