When my husband died, I became a ghost.
I could hear others talking.
I may have responded.
I was numb.
I was empty.
That’s how I feel now as I see and hear the news about the invasion of Ukraine.
This feels like another kind of death.
But there is a difference.
No one could reverse my husband’s death. He was not Lazarus.
It was final.
That’s not the case now in Ukraine.
Russian domination does not have to win.
Putin can withdraw.