I had to go to a funeral for my wife's grandmother, a woman that I loved very dearly. I was trying my hardest to be strong for my wife, but I could not do it. When the pastor started talking about what my son had said while she was in hospice, I lost it. Dealing with the mental anguish that is depression and knowing that my wife's entire family knows what is going on, topped with the death of a loved one, I thought that I would never make it through the day. I was told by each of my wife's family members to "Take care of yourself" Everytime I heard this I almost burst into tears. My thoughts have become much clearer with my meds and the meditation I have been doing, that I realize that I am only a human with an illness. I understand that her family is concerned just like mine is. Used to be I would get very angry about something like this but now that I have started to make that turn in my life I realize it is only because they care about me. I keep taking one step at a time and one day at a time.