Memories of a forty-year marriage undoubtedly pale in comparison to the visceral experience of loving sand supporting another human being throughout an entire lifetime. Awakening to the familiar rhythm of a husband"s beating heart as her head rests gently on his rising chest is steadfast and comforting. Clutching a pillow with an unrelenting grip because it contains the faintest hint of his woodsy scent becomes a feeble consolation prize. Death in all its glory knocks the strongest to their knees, n***d and raw, in search of a tangible identity, especially once accepting widowhood is the most recognizable facet of her remaining years. It is Destiny who ensures these hidden truths will trigger stumbles in our finale.
Shoulder-length wisps of striking gray hair scattered across Olivia"s ros
