Grief gets an expiration date, just like us
1× 0:00 -13:50 Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade. My husband Jake has been dead for a year and I still don’t believe it. Not really. Not when I look for his marginalia in new books, or read an article about self-driving cars and text him a link, or when I see an interesting new Malaysian restaurant and have the urge to make us a reservation. Certainly not when I look at our daughter, Athena, who wears Jake’s face as her own and who, especially when she’s examining