Imagine burying the person you love most in the world, only to see her alive again in broad daylight. I could never have imagined such a nightmare, and yet it happened.
On our family vacation, my five-year-old son, Luke, ran toward me, pointing to the beach, his voice trembling with excitement: “Dad, look! Mom’s back!” My blood ran cold.
I froze, unable to breathe, as my eyes followed his tiny finger. There she was—Stacey, my wife, my heart, the woman I had mourned for two months, standing on the shore, smiling at someone…
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