About six months into dating Brandon, I woke up in his bed, in their bed, on what would have been his wife Sherise’s 35th birthday. Brandon and I met online and I’d quickly learned he had a dead wife (a drunk driver totaled her car six months into their happily married life), grieving parents, and stepchildren whose father moved them out of state weeks after Sherise’s funeral. Curious to know more but hesitant to ask, I Googled Sherise’s name and landed on her memorial page.