Have you ever eaten those black licorice jelly beans? I can’t blame you if you haven’t: they’re terrible. They make me gag. They were also, rest her soul, my wife’s favorite. She’d beg for me to get them on any shopping trip and what could I do? I caved. Even when she asked me if I liked them, I gritted my teeth and said I did. You make sacrifices now and then in a marriage, or you end up wishing you did.
Now that she’s gone, it’s a funny thing. I found myself grabbing a little bag of those little, black, vomit-inducing candies the last time I went to the store. I just picked them up without even thinking about it. I could have put them back, I guess. I could have.
But I didn’t.