Robyn lost her husband the same day I lost my best friend. Robyn and I were both left without the man who steadied us — she as his wife, me as his best friend. Panic attacks, crushing spells of sobs, and trips to banks toting Mike’s death certificate to close accounts were her new normal. We still occasionally rehashed Mike’s death but mostly focused on the business of the present. Photo Courtesy Of Sherry PagotoEventually summer arrived, and with it, the anniversary of Mike’s death.

Source: Huffington Post September 15, 2025 12:46 UTC