The Idyllic Life: Curveball

In this column, I’ve written a lot about my (now recently deceased) husband. Troy was so many things. He was loving. He was fun. He was talented. He was filter-less. He was tender-hearted. Short-fused. Irreverent. Helpful. Loyal. Troy was a beautiful and complicated person. Troy was also an alcoholic. I haven’t talked about that part of our life yet, because it complicates our story and my grief—not for me, of course, but for people who don’t understand loving and losing an addict. Troy knew he needed to get a handle on his addiction.