Andrea Remke

A friend of mine told me the other day how a new song on the radio makes her think of my late husband Matthew. I remember them, too, I said. But I didn't, however, tell her about all the memories of him that are starting to fade.

After the loss of my husband to cancer, I am still learning to live free of cowardice— to live bravely for as long as I have left.

I found my husband there in the dream. He was alive. He was healthy. He could talk again.

There are people out there who have never dealt with a devastating loss, yet apparently are experts when it comes to losing a spouse.