Every time I see this picture, I find myself asking, “Who are these people?"

The day after the election, I couldn’t concentrate. I paced my home, my neighborhood, went to the dentist, missed an important meeting, all because the outcome of our election stunned me.

“I’m gonna make it to heaven. Light up the sky like a flame. I’m gonna live forever. Baby, remember my name.”

When you lose your partner, tasks envelop you in that first year. Change your bank accounts, send death certificates to Social Security and some credit card issuers and, yes, you also have to get rid of things.

Who am I without you? I can’t be the only widowed person who finds this question sneaking into my consciousness from time to time.