We share a long silence over a cup of coffee at a local café. Finally, she apologizes for not attending my husband’s funeral. Glancing at my ring, she says, “I still keep mine too," I nod understandingly, but she mistakes it as a sign of disapproval and apologizes. She looks through the window and then back at me. She says "I loved him too." I say I know. She stares blankly at her cup. I sip my coffee.