8e3ab3f2-adb8-4332-ac46-b4623d52aeb9 “It’s raining,”. A momentary irritation crosses my soul. The dog, for whom we are currently out here, won’t walk now that little drops of water are falling from the grey skies. “No, let’s push on,” I say. “Let’s just see how far we can go. But it’s almost as if she knew how the … More Is there freedom in widowhood?