It is strange how life continues after someone dies. There is a surreal reminder, like a buzz in the back of your brain, that he is gone and will never (fill in the blank) again.
My husband lost an old friend this week. It was shocking to hear of his passing. Also, it was a reality check that we are mortal, Superman without a cape. I believe my husband is plagued with thoughts of what he could have done differently, and I can't stop thinking about the family and what about his boys. We move on with our daily lives, thankful that it wasn't either of us, but still with that buzz reminding that the world is a little less now.
But I did call my sister crying (hysterical I'll admit) with a message, if you are ever in that dark of a place in your life that ending is the only solution, call me. I don't know what I will do, but I would rather try to do something than be the one left behind.