In August of last year, after an eight-month battle with cancer, my husband, Jeremy, passed away. We had flown back to his native Australia for his final weeks. He loved his home and his people too much to be anywhere else in the end. There’s no handbook for how to be a person after losing your person. Yet somehow, I stayed afloat. I planned his celebration of life, spent time with his family, wrote his eulogy, canceled his credit cards. You know, just a regular to-do list. But inside, I was