For Conrad Burrell—husband, father, and successful attorney in the
autumn of his life—the world has come apart. Having long ago lost his first wife, the mother of his grown daughter and a widow herself, to youth and pride, he’s now lost his second to a violent accident,. “You
think you’re finished, that you have no more stories in you,” his ex-wife warns, and he fears she’s right. Within hailing distance of the
end of his days, after a lifetime of meeting the expectations of others,
none are left but Conrad’s own, and he must discover whether love
survives death as well as divorce—whether family memory can redeem
individual mortality.
What do we do, then, we widows and widowers for whom there’s nothing
left but the world’s permission to stop what we’ve done all our lives?
In the cities of his youth, in the deserts of New Mexico, but most of all in a small Pennsylvania town, Conrad finds he has one more lesson in love to learn from the women of his past, and the one woman he's
certain he can't live without.
When We Were All Still Alive is a novel of grief and healing, a portrait of a marriage, and a love song to ordinary lives.
