Almost 7 months since I lost my husband Keith. I think I cry more now than I did in the weeks after his death. It doesn't take much to set me off (a song,a smell,a memory.) I am trying to keep it together for our children & his mother. But all I really want to do is lock myself in a room, assume the fetal position & cry until I can't cry anymore. But I can't. Must function, must pretend I have it all under control, when inside I feel I am slowly & painfully dying from missing…