I agree that mornings are the worst. I'ts now been 48 days and I'm starting to finally snap out of it of my depression. I still have occasions where I cry, but I can now usually keep the tears in. The way I'm starting to look at it, is the mornings are the worst, but at least you know the day will get better. At least you get the mornings over with first. It would be worse, if the night time was worse, then you would think about it, all day. I hope that makes sense.
I like that name Roscoe. Somebody emailed me last week, about my missing cat, Huckleberry. She is also missing a cat and her cat's name was name Roscoe.
Hello Huckleberry! You are perhaps right, let’s see where this moves to. It seems every day has its new challenge. I just caught my 12 year old boy googling “five stages of grief”. He seems ok about it, but perhaps there is much more under the surface. I have to deal with my process and also my family’s. They seem more affected in the afternoon, when they come back from school :(