Yesterday at eight a.m. was the last time that I spoke to my husband.

"Don't forget to get home early," I told him.

"I won't," he said.

"GoodbyeIloveyou." (all one word, just like that, for thirty years)

"GoodbyeIloveyou."

"I won't," he'd said. He didn't forget, and if he had he wouldn't have been there at that intersection when the dump truck came barrelling down the hill without brakes.