Geoff. your message caught my eye when you mentioned her death near your birthday. My Malcolm passed away the day before my 41st birthday. Hw was coming home from his hunting trip for it. Our birthdays will never feel the same. It's not a birthday, it's a rebirth day, cause your life instantly changed our 41st yr on this earth. I'm still seeking comfort from the world, little family and friends. I'm still seeking comfort in activities maybe 1 a week the rest is in bed or on this computer. Tha tv is always on for noise cause I can't drown out my thoughts of Malcolm. But I'm normal as your are, not crazy. Talk to her a lot. I walk my dog lateat night sometimes in the middle of the night around the block and I talk to Malcolm or God, crying the whole time. No one can see me, the cool air feels great and it's very quiet. love yourself again. Best wishes