Finding Humor in Grief

At the time of my husband's untimely death, we had been married forty-five years, which meant I had not just lost my one true love, but I was also lost! We were each other's best friends, and whatever one of us did was filtered through the lens of what we knew about the other's desires.I thought it impossible to survive without him because there were too many tasks, decisions, plans that he alone managed. As I shared with close friends my struggle to accomplish left-brain tasks previously f...