Over the weekend I had an essay called “Death Notice” published in The Washington Post Sunday Magazine, about the death of my first husband:
“No one likes to hear about such a loss. Euphemisms help: a loss. Passed on. I refuse those words because they're soft, hiding the reality that this could happen to you; someone you love could drop dead one Sunday morning while eating cornflakes. (Or that someone could be you.)”
If you're interested, the link is here.
