The most painful part was that we had to bury an empty coffin. Neither his body nor even a scrap of his clothing was ever recovered. I was left alone: without my husband, without support, with a vast emptiness inside me.

The only thing that remained after his loss was our dog. It was as if he understood everything. Every day we went to the shore together. I sat in my wheelchair, hugged the dog, and gazed into the distance. In those moments, I felt as if I could still sense my husband’s presence.