It had been a long time since my husband passed away. Remembering how much he loved life and how passionately he pursued his interests warmed my heart. Lately, seeing my son deeply focused on something reminds me so much of my husband when he was young, stirring up complicated emotions that tighten my chest. Day after day, I longed to see him again, to be comforted by him once more. As my husband's death anniversary approached, I unexpectedly committed a sin—something I felt I needed to apologize to my late husband for...