Hi Everyone,

I can't believe its been 2 months. It seems like yesterday I kissed
and hugged my husband good-bye before work. I think I am at the stage
where the shock is slowly wearing off and a little reality is setting
in, and I don't mind saying I am SCARED. I don't know when I will ever
be ready to face the truth. I still want to believe its a bad
nightmare and I will wake up to him. When I have to say the
words "widow", I wonder who I am talking about. When I look at my
husband's death certificate I wonder who is that. Have you all went
through this? My sanity is still very much in question. I do see a
good therapist and while I'm there I can cope, but coming home to the
empty feeling is still unbearable. God please tell me one day this
incredible pain will not be so consuming. Do you think we suffer more
because of the way it happened? If anyone wants to talk please, please
let me know.

Thinking of you all.