ABSTRACT
Preface: In the summer of 2005 my dear friend and ex-husband was dying. I
was 51, and the reality of no longer having him here was life-changing. My
grief following his death was debilitating.
I turned to the tool most often employed in my healing process: writing.
Although the story of Jake has been 2½ years in the making, upon its completion,
a purging of a deeper, subtler layer of grief assuaged the hole in my heart.
