Chapter 8I was standing in my closet, looking for a light jacket to wear, and let my gaze fall to my husband’s side. Nothing there had been touched since his death. Everything was as he left it, the day he went to the hospital to have a benign brain tumor removed. In and out in a few days was how it was supposed to go. Instead, within hours of his surgery, he had climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom, against the orders of his nurse, and made it back just in time to hit the call button, alerting the nurse’s station that he needed assistance. When she got to his room, he was lying on the floor dead. A blood vessel in his brain had ruptured.
Rachel and I had walked down to the hospital cafeteria to get the three of us something to eat. He wanted pizza and a Dr. Pepper. We had left him si
