Five months

In response to a new member's post

Nick died 5 months ago on this Saturday; the last I touched him was burying my face next his in the casket. I didn't care about the oil and ashes covering my face and clothes. I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to go with him. And if I didn't have to stay here for my boys, I probably would have gone with him.

Go home and cry and be there where your love dwells. If you want to be alone, go alone; if you don't want to be alone, take someone with you. Listen to your heart and don't look up. Because as you said, looking into the future is more than you can bear. Take a deep breath, and do the only thing you can: Step gently into the next moment.