Today is her birthday. Was her birthday. Past tense. Forevermore her life was, no longer is; so past tense. She’s gone. Passed away. Dead. She died just short of her 56th birthday. Thirty-seven days ago death hijacked life’s journey I expected to take with my wife Christy and put me on another path. The one without her on it. The one all widowed spouses travel. I’ve never done this before, this widow thing, but I saw my father and others navigate life after the death of a spouse. Same path. Different journeys. I have certain expectations about what the upcoming weeks and months will be like for me. I suspect…