I was still grieving my wife when my son suddenly looked at me on the beach and whispered, “Dad, look… mom’s right there!” – and I froze.
I thought I had buried her… Then I saw her again—alive. I never imagined that at thirty-four, I’d already be a widower. Left alone with my young son, Luka, after losing my wife, Stacy—or at least, I thought I had. The last image I have of her is the way she kissed me goodbye, her … Read more