There are so many words to describe what I feel about the loss of my wife. Despair and depression aren’t right because they focus too much on me. Similarly, anger and resentment miss the spot because they are, to my mind, self-indulgent. Grief and melancholy are too medical, lonely is too practical, grateful and hopeful are too religious or weird. Sorrow says something that I believe she and I can share, each of us feeling it for the other person and for ourself.