I lost my husband at 51 years of age. It has been 12 years. For along time I was able to put it away somewhat. I had a son in college, a Mom that need looking after. I had a full house for a while, Mom, son, his fiance and her two year old son. Now, Mom has passed, son married and bought their own home. Here I am alone, just me and the 3 pups. I still feel that grief creeping in. This was the time that we should have had to do what ever our hearts desired. This boy/this man was my whole life. Now I am stuck here, alone. I know that many of you must feel the same way. I thought we should have a place to come to and share, maybe that will help us.