How Are You Doing?

A question I couldn't answer honestly until grief taught me how

A really smart woman asked me this perfectly innocent question, back when I was still sitting by Lee’s bed in those last days.

It’s a simple question, really.

And I gave her the formula answer — “I’m good, I’ll be ok.”

It didn’t begin to scratch the surface. I had spent four years caring for my husband, who had Alzheimer’s. It had become a deeply painful s…