I thought my love for climbing died with my husband. I was wrong.

I thought my love for climbing died with my husband. I was wrong. 
Climbing; by Olivia Jordan Cornelius; 7/18/24 
What do you do with someone’s climbing shoes when they die? I hadn’t thought about it. After all, my husband, Cam, was 34 and still should have had many years of climbing ahead of him. ... On the shoe rack, they sat as a reminder of the future I had imagined we’d have. Too intimate to give away and too painful to keep, I wrapped them in newspaper and put them in the garbage outside. Then I came back to our apartment and hid my pair in the hallway cupboard. ... Our once-adventurous life together ended in a stuffy hospice room. ... [Click on the title's link for this powerful story of navigating young widowhood.]