I'm sorry for everyone's loss. My husband died on Aug 10, 2018. His funeral was on Aug 13, which was his b.day. He would've been 56. We were married for 32 yrs on July 28. I never reminded him that day the fact that was our anniversary. I didn't want him to feel bad. He was diagnosis with lung cancer after having a seizure on June 23. He had metastasis to the brain with 5 tumors. He left us to be with God 7 weeks later. I walk on the streets looking for him. For less than a second I think that this is a nightmare and that I will wake up. But is not. THIS is my life now, a life without him. I miss him continuously but I'm happy that he didn't suffer that long. He was brave every moment of his last 7 weeks. I have regrets of not appreciating him more in the past. But that was life. Work, kids, bills.... Before he got diagnosed he told me that we have to grow old together in a beautiful way. I told him that we will and we still have at least 20 years to do it. Now he's not here. I visit his grave and talk and cry. It gives me some peace. I'm trying to honor him and think of our memories together. I only take Magnesium oxide for my nervous system and helps with this. Also I tried 5HTP that helps. I dont take anything else. I have my adult children with me. I've been sleeping with my daughter in her room since. When I'm asked how I'm doing I say "it's very hard and I have no words to describe it". Then people leave me alone. It hurts sooo bad that I feel like screaming as loud as I can. I miss him, l miss everything coming from him... my love.