Thank you very much!! I wonder when the hurt will lessen. I think about him at least 5 times a day. Doing mundane things like tossing the laundry in the washer, or watching tv. It makes me so sad and angry and people just seem to think that it's been two months, I should be ok to talk about it. It's not like we broke up and he's out of my life...we broke up, he was still an almost daily part of my life and now he's gone forever. There is no chance of ever talking to him again. Except in heaven. I can't pick up the phone and ask him if he remembers the name of the guy who fixed the furnace, or where we put the christmas tree stand, or tell him about good news about the girls. I sit here at work and have a split second thought and I totally lose it. I just want somehow to make it better. I hear people talk about it, talk about him and I just want to scream, "You don't know, you didn't know him. Don't tell me he still loved me--it's too late. Why didn't you tell on November 8th? Now it's too late!!" Sorry. Ranting. Thank you sweety. Thank you everyone for listening.