I hope I am not being too forward with this thread, but I wanted to mention that dealing with the loss of my wife I forget to mention how extremely lonely it has been. Even though I live with my two sons I miss the times Nadine and I would have talking about useless stuff. I miss the times we would kiss, would hug each other in bed at night, and in short keep each other company. I have taken each day one at a time, filling my day with whatever I could to pass the time and make it to the end of that day till I went to bed at night. As I watch television it is amazing how many times something I see brings a memory rushing back. Sure I am overcome with pain, but I am also happy that I recall something I had forget about Nadine. When I was a Facebook member, I started sort of a daily entry of all the small things I could think about that happened in our lives that her own family and friends were not aware had occurred. Like the time in one day during winter she had gotten in two fender benders and just shrugged it off and continued with her day. I miss the calls about small things when we were apart, giving each other reminders of this or that or something we wished to do or needed done. I have a painting on the wall of Nadine, I see it each and everyday, It brings a smile, some tears and perhaps a memory of a moment in time we shared. Grief is such an awful thing. There is no pill you can take, no words you can hear to remove it, but as I look back and understand that all those emotions I have had for my love lost, they were not in vain, they were in loving remembrance of her. I will take each day slowly now, and know I am with others who are hurting just as much as I am at times, and perhaps even more so. To me, my grief has come in waves. There are good days and bad days, but now I understand that without these memories of her, time would be so hard to pass by. Thank for listening to a talkative man.