Twenty-two years ago my husband drove into NYC for work as usual. As he was coming out of the Holland Tunnel, he saw a gaping hole in the building. Tunnels were closed, he couldn’t come home. Made it out to Long Island where his brother lived. No cell phones working. Finally got in touch with Mike at night. Thought I lost him then. But nineteen years later, I lost Mike in the same way. All alone. Going someplace and never returning.