A Snippet From My Upcoming Memoir

If you burn your candle at both ends, one birthday it will go out. It was the 21st one for me, and his name was Jon. Looking back now, as the widow of my great love, I realize that I only mention him because of the small, while important role he played in my eternity. Mom had promised that no one could ever hurt me as much as dad had. It wasn’t true. Jon did.