Gwyn - I'm so sorry to hear of this. I wrote you when I first heard. When my DH died in 2001 I was 51. It IS hard. I couldn't paint, do stained glass, crochet or anything for the longest time. My DH had been sick for 2 yrs and I stayed home and nursed him for 6 months. When he died I felt lost.....didn't know what to do with myself. I'd spent so much time having doctors, nurses, DH telling me what I had to do, that I couldn't think straight afterwards. A friend insisted about 5 months after he died that I go to a hospice counseling group. Man, did I ever fight that. But, I went and it was the best thing for me. Yes, I cried almost all the way thru the first meeting....but then, so did others. And we all hugged...and that felt so good. Eventually, I started seeing that life DOES go on (even though I times I didn't want it to).....eventually, I got brave and put my name on Match.com!!!!! Yes, I DID meet a special, wonderful man....we got married in 2005 and I can tell you...life DOES get better!!!! Hang in there, sweetie, we're here for you....