sweet november

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT to expect when I walked into the meeting room that November evening. I’d never been to a grief group, but when I came across a flier, I thought it might be good to speak with other people—besides my husband—who had lost someone they loved. Our son, Al, would have turned 25 in just a few weeks, but he had died in a car accident.

I took a seat and looked around at the group chatting amongst themselves. It I bargained.