💔 Love, Loss, and a Lot of Life in Between
Part tearjerker, part love letter, and part laugh-out-loud confessional — widow— widower— widowest— proves that grief isn’t just about losing someone, it’s about finding new ways to keep them close. 💫

widow— widower— widowest— is one of those rare books that quietly shifts something inside you. Through Aaron’s deeply human essays and Polly’s luminous journal entries, you witness love not ending, but changing form. It’s not just about loss—it’s about how memory, humor, parenting, and the daily grit of survival can become art. I found myself alternately laughing, crying, and pausing to reread certain lines just to let them sink in. What I loved most is how real it all felt—grief written not as tragedy, but as an ongoing conversation between two souls. It made me think about my own life, love, and what it means to keep someone alive through words.

This isn’t your grandma’s grief book—it’s heartbreak with a side of humor and a whole lot of humanity.
So, I cracked open “widow— widower— widowest—” thinking it’d be heavy, but wow—it’s raw, messy, and totally beautiful. Aaron and Polly basically write to each other across time, and somehow it feels like you’re eavesdropping on love itself. There’s real talk about parenting, loss, art, and even boogers on the wall (yep, that happens). I laughed, I ugly cried, and I finished it feeling oddly… hopeful. Read it if you’ve ever loved deeply—or lost someone who made the world brighter.