My husband died five years ago, and even though I am mostly cool with it now (griefwise), as I was washing dishes this morning and thinking through what I had to do for the Thanksgiving meal, I was nearly weeping. Every now and then it hits me, who is gone, how many others are gone. I should just rejoice that I’ve still got the two youngest kids in the house and we have a lot to be thankful for, but still, some days I’m sad. You’ll be sad, too, and we understand that. Hugs, from Rita in NJ