Before my husband Vincent died, the three of us would spend most winter breaks at a no-frills resort in the sleepier, southwestern part of Puerto Rico... and search in quicksand-like muck for my missing flip-flop.
A year after Vincent's death in 2020, my then 15-year-old son suffered cardiac arrest... I stood on the stage and watched in horror.
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