Seems like no time has gone by at all. Not crying hysterically everyday...just crying everyday, Still thinking about him everyday and wondering if he is doing okay where he is and if he is busy. I am not busy except in my mind and the daily chores that require attention...the dogs, snow shoveling, dentist, shift at work...stuff I was doing before he passed. Feels like floating around in the sea sometimes calmly and then getting slapped by a wave. I was told today that I have to move…