'til Death Us Do Part

When the author's husband of fifty-three years sat up in bed one morning, vomited, and died, she fell into shock so deep she could barely function. Somehow she made it through the funeral arrangements her children had orchestrated. Once on her own, she tried to figure out what her life would be like now that she was alone and was there even a future for her. Seven years later, she took the grief journal she had kept those first few years and determined that what she had learned along the way might help other grievers understand that those who have suffered great loss really can learn to live again.