So my wife's service was last Friday. I had a small gathering of family at the house, then after everyone left and I was by myself, I got drunk of course. The next day I took the urn with her ashes and the dog and went driving around to some of the lakes we use to frequent. It felt like I was being stabbed in the heart all day long. But I felt her presence with me. Sunday I did the same thing but it dawned on me that all these memories were good memories. We had a fun life! I'm trying very hard to just focus on the good times and be thankful for them. If I wallow in despair(which is what I want to do) I feel like I might lose my mind. I don't know what the future holds. I thought I used to. That's all for now
