I rarely have dreams I remember, but this morning, mine was too apt to forget.
I was walking at night in the rain on a deserted road, after some car crash, partially dressed, not sure of where I was going, except that it would be a long and difficult trek.
From nowhere, an old man, in a hooded jacket, came up to me unexpectedly and asked if I was ok.
"I'm fine," I responded, feeling anything but fine.
Denial is useful. The death of a spouse, especially one as beloved as Tina, is disconcerting in the extreme, but we persevere.