Joyce Carol Oates has a wonderful piece in this week's New Yorker, called A Widow's Story. No, it's not SF or Fantasy, or even fiction for that matter. It's a touching autobiographical piece about a life and its end.
Unfortunately it's behind a subscription wall, so all I can suggest is that you pick up a copy at the newsstand and give it a read.
A sidebar here: Oates was one of my creative writing teachers while I was at university, many years ago now. She was always a relaxed and sympathetic reader.