In looking for a way to try to navigate the waters, I am turning to this blog to help myself order my thoughts, and to post a watermark that I can go back to along the way to see where I am.  On Friday January 10, 2014, I was able to hold the fragile shell of my husband's earthly body as he breathed his last and as his spirit slipped away.  He was only 60 years old.  He was only sick for a week. 
I have said the last two sentences out loud to myself and any who were there to listen about a thousand times in these days that have followed.  He was only 60 years old, sick for only a week.  How can this be?