Linda,
Just hugs for all the strength you have given me long distance.
I read a book by Ann Hood the other night --Comfort. It is about the death of her daughter, written very well. She starts the book with this beautiful description of all the things people said to her that rang utterly false.
Grief seems to me a bit like surfing, you keep riding the waves, getting pulled under, getting back on the surfboard, and hopefully the lifeguards are there when you need them. I've been living through it with my mom dealing with my dad's death.
Anyway, I am rambling. Just hugs and more hugs.
P.