I hope that there is such a thing as living on in spirit.  I am coming to believe such a condition of living in spirit exists.  Kind of like the Indians and the spirits they believe in.   I had a dream that Bob is in God's hands and safe.  But I am also feel his presense a lot during the day.  It isn't just the physical things left behind; although they do serve to remind and keep the memories fresher, but it is in the things that have happened since.  When I have been at my lowest, I have despaired to both God and Bob.  And my despair has received a response.  Every time.   The key is to let it happen.  Know that the depair will ease.  Something happens every time.  It can't be pushed or forced.  I have to let go and let Bob intervene.   Let his spirit act on those who need to give me a response.   It is hard to no longer be that special person to someone here in the physical world.  It sure eases the pain to know that I am still special to that spirit that remains of him.  Thank God for that and for letting me have Bob in my life.  And now letting his spirit remain with me for the next days.

Headstone in Place

Bob's headstone is set.  My last worry about his final resting place is over.  He was such a good man, finer than anyone could have ever guessed, including me.  I miss him so much.  It has been a little over two months since he died on Jan 16.  I cry every day.  I am just beginning to recover from the shock of not having his physical presence in my life.   His final days were the hardest thing I ever had to live through.   Caring for him while he was dying was the hardest thing I ever had to do.