Thanks for the link. I’ve been keeping a journal too. My friend that knew him has been a great support. She understands grief. The friend that told me I should write a book doesn’t understand at all. Our story might be book worthy to her, but she doesn’t understand my grief. She suggested I get therapy. That was not the best thing to say to me. It made me angry and hurt. Ive been dealing with a lot of emotions the past few months and I didn’t need those added to the list. When she asks how I’m doing now, I just say much better. I do find the death date was the hardest and although I still catch myself choked up or tearing up, I feel the anguish has subsided quite a bit. I still think of him a lot through out the day and try to rationalize things but the intensity isn’t there like it was. I’m hoping things continue to improve for me. I just found out his little brother only lives a block away. When I learned that, I wondered how many times he was there to visit. So close but so far. This brother was a lot younger than me so he wouldn’t likely remember me. I can’t live in the past. If I had answers for all the questions I have, it still wouldn’t bring him back. I have my memories and they are all good ones. Lofe goes on.