I appreciate you sharing. What a wonderful relationship you had. I sometimes think about how my husband would have handled this time, if I had been the one to transition into the sky. In fact, we'd tease each other about that while alive. He said, he'd never remarry. I agreed. Not because we both didn't want to love again but we would laugh at marriage and think, we did that already, we have two kids, we loved, we sacrificed, we did the "marriage" thing. One marriage is more than enough. We worked hard together and gave everything for our children. Who knows, how'd he do? I'm thinking it would have been really hard since his family is in Spain and our daughter would need to finish school here and he'd feel forced to stay here on his own until he could go back home, be around his support. I think it would have been hard on him for that. He'd probably cry just as much as I have...ha! We cried together at 19, he 22, when we first separated after we had met in Madrid and I had to fly back home, we cried all night together, and woke up exhausted. I have a picture of that morning before we left to the airport. Almost 6 months since his passing. We move on Thursday. A small moth flew into our apartment on the day we got the move date. This is not a coincidence. We've never had a moth in this place, never. The moth hit me in the head, while watching TV. What is that? I wondered. The next day, he settled on the kitchen wall, near the ceiling, discreet, while I spoke with my daughter about the move. Then at night, my daughter said he was in her bedroom. Fluttering about. We both looked each other and laughed. I said, he's here keeping us company in this next phase, keeping us focused on the light.