my husband passed away 4:35 this morning.

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244. That is the death we wish for every good and generous life.

Old rules: Make no major decisions for one year. You only think you are sane right now.

Do WHATEVER makes you feel better. (When my mom was widowed, a friend with a liquor store asked if there was anything she could bring. Mom answered, "Bailey's with a straw." And she got it. It's still the family standard for judging how bad things are.)

I hope you have the kind of generous friends who will let you talk as often as you need to. If not, come here and tell us the stories we might never else have known.