For quite some time, I looked at everything I lost when Dave died. But eventually, something began to shift.

Instead of only asking, “Why did this happen to me?” I began thinking about how extraordinarily fortunate I had been.

I had someone who loved me deeply, and I had loved him just as hard. The loss hadn't changed, and neither had the pain.

But gratitude began to make room for another truth: I was incredibly lucky to have had a love worth grieving this much.