Everything changed for Pradeep K. Berry on February 28, 2015.

That was the day his wife of forty-one years, Constance A. “Connie” Berry, died. He’s been mourning ever since, and he seeks to cope with his loss in this tribute to his beloved spouse.

In My Connie, he celebrates their love—a love that would have never happened if he hadn’t left India to go to the United States. He only had seven dollars at the time, and he could not have dreamed that he’d meet a beautiful, intelligent, American wife.

The author’s family embraced...