A Widow’s Child, A Wife’s Goodbye
By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne.
My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death—
once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters—
only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded.
I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly