I Came Home to Find 50 People Holding Candles Outside My House—Then I Learned Why They Were Really There

had intersected with his for a single semester or several years.

Many were crying.

Many were smiling.

All were there because of him.

And for the first time in a very long while, I saw something return to my husband.

Hope.

Not the energetic optimism of youth.

Something deeper.

More meaningful.

The understanding that his work had mattered.

Far more than he ever continue reading …