It's almost 72 hours after the death of my husband. I was in a shouting match with the insurance company. I finally told her to feck herself and slammed my cell phone down. (It's just not the same as slamming a older phone down where the "click" would just ring in their ears.) I am going to view my husband's body today. It will only be me; since he is going to be cremated tomorrow. I am going to watch the cremation take place. (He will be in a box; I won't be able to view him.) I just cut his obituary from the paper; which I wrote. One for where we (I) live now and one for back East. I find myself crying over the littlest things, nothing seems real but I can't figure out why it hurts so bad, then I remember all over again. His ashes will be with me at the house for awhile until I decide whether to drive back or fly back. It's only 1200 plus miles. My hands are shaking; writing this, but it helps.
