It's been 7 months since Bob died. Not to be melodramatic, but I had a chance to grieve while he was alive. Now,I grieve in subtle ways. Days will go by and I actually don't think about being alone. Then , I want to share something and I remember
that I am alone. I still make a practice of visiting Bobs grave, usually on a Sunday. I combine it with something pleasant., like a ike ride or this week, I took my breakfast, a bagel and lox and a mug of coffee to Myaaka State Park , a favorite
place of ours, and had my breakfast sitting on a bench watching a very still alligator floating in the River. I do stand over the sink and eat sometimes. This is something you are not supposed to do, but in defense of doing this, I do look out over a
beautiful scene of the golf course when I eat this way. There was a time in my 64 plus years of marriage that I had the thought that it would be so nice to be alone and eat anything that I wanted, when I wanted. Now that I am and can, I eat at the same
regular time, but not a meal like I woud have made if Bob were sharing this dinner with me. It takes almost a week to fill the dish washer enough to start it. I still get mailings addressed to Bob and I still get statements from my supplementary insurance
for treatment Bob had months ago. I have stopped telling people to watch the curb when we are walking together. I still have a few things of Bob's around, like old prescription aviator style sun glasses, a special nail clipper that was on his key ring, a Jerry
Garcia tie. I don't even know why, of all things, I still have these particular items. I'll probably look at them a few years from now and wonder the same thing. Bob had a peaceful death , in his home, family in and out of the house. I feel good about that.