"Welcome to Chick Fil A, ma'am, may I take your order?"
"Yes, I would like a #1 meal with Polynesian sauce, and two kids' meals with 4-piece nuggets and fruit."
"Will that be all for you today, ma'am?"
My husband died.
I hear this in my head, and my eyes well with tears. How can this be?
"No, that's all, thank you."
"My pleasure, ma'am."
This happens a million times a day. This newsflash in my mind: Hey, Tricia, everything around you is happening as it did six weeks ago. Except for this one thing.
How can this be.
(I didn't put a question mark. There isn't an answer I want to hear right now.)