Keeping my dead wife’s books safe for our son helped me let go of guilt

Reading with him, I am reminded of the world of words his mother and I shared. I no longer feel so overwhelmedAs I removed my dead wife’s favourite novels from the bookshelf, a photo of her fell to the ground and a wave of guilt swamped me.The photo was of my wife with her sister in the 1980s. They were toddlers. My wife’s eyes, wide and bright, and her hair, blond and shaggy, looked just like our four-year-old son. But I felt no joy in seeing her beauty and genes passed on. I felt as though I was suddenly drowning. Continue reading...