Hey Vic, thanks so much for the kind words. Yesterday was a lot harder than I thought. I was doing fine. Then I saw that picture on Facebook. It's like that with me. I can be going through the day all right. Then see something that reminds me of Karla or Mom. It will get my mind to racing. Then no matter what I do. I can't escape all the sorrow that comes over me. Just have to ride it out until it passes. I have certain things that I avoid doing. Like her perfume. If I dare take a wiff. It will send me reeling. Karla kept a diary of her daily thoughts and cancer treatments. What she was eating. That kind of thing. She was a very good writer. Could put her feeling into words. Most of it is in maybe 5 or 6 big spiral note books. To read one page of any one, will tear my heart out. The one or two pages I read once. Just about killed me. So much of it is about us. She abbreviated as R+I. I thumbed through a little. They are filled with R+I. Even seeing them is so painful. I'm not going to through them out. I have them put up. Out of sight. All kinds of triggers that I hope to one day be able to deal with better. I don't know if that day will ever come.