My heart has been wrenched reading this story of a woman whose husband is dying of pancreatic cancer. It’s written so poignantly, I felt the pain of not being able to talk about the impending death. How does one find the words to express their grief that hasnt yet happened, but is happening at the same time. Even worse, what does one do when the person they love who’s dying, refuses to talk about it? So many questions, and so many feelings - all unsaid and left brewing under the surface. It boils underneath my skin, and makes me downright uncomfortable. That’s how you know it’s powerful writing.