My husband's death makes me feel like half of me is gone. I think about him all the time, things I want to share with him, remembering things we did together... well, i'm sure you know. I have almost no one in my life. Mom has Alzheimer's and is in a home; Dad and I have never really gotten along - which is what my daughter says about us. The friends I have all live somewhere else.I do have a magnificent black cat named Winston and I talk with him all day. I don't have much hope that things will get better - I'm nearly 70 and feel like I'm done. I am an artist and being in my studio at home is where I stop grieving and just am.