But I realized something in that excruciating moment before I answered the phone. Arthur’s body is in that cemetery, but his legacy is in Arizona. His legacy is those two tiny babies fighting for their lives in an incubator.

My job as his wife was to love him until death parted us.

My job as a mother never ends. Tomorrow is Saturday. I will go to the cemetery at 3:00 PM. I will sit on the stone bench, I will bring him his daisies, and I will say goodbye. I don’t know how I will find the strength to walk away from that grave for the last time, but I know I have to.

Because while I have spent the last four years tending to the dead, my daughter is begging me to help her raise the living. And it is finally time for me to start living again, too.