Today at 4:35 p.m. it would be exactly 15 weeks that my husband of 29 years was gone in a flash. At 4:19 p.m. he had sent our 15 year old out to shovel the snow. He left us all so quietly that till today we are not ready to accept it. Yesterday my 24 year old son said, "Mom, I miss my dad so much." We all hugged each other and I said, "Yes, I know! It's because we never got to say Good Bye's." Right now I am alone at home so I can cry without worrying about anybody else. How long will I keep on hurting? Why me? Is there anytime when I will think about him and not cry?