I've started this column dozens of times, mostly from my lonely bed around three or four in the morning.  This is the first daytime attempt, though, and my major goal is not to allow tears to flood the keyboard.  I still don't know a way to begin other than with those sentences that I've begun and then rejected during my mind's midnight rambles.  The computer says that the last column I wrote was April 13, and my beloved Hubby died on April 19.  It will have been more than a month by the time that you read this, and I nonetheless melt down regularly.  Read More