It is 22 months today since Bill walked through death's veil. I held him tightly as he took his final breath. His head on my heart, my hand on his. It might as well have been 22 seconds ago for how vivid the memory. As thin as that veil is, it feels worlds away....and sometimes non-existent. But I know he lives in some manner I can not grasp. 22 months feels like 22 years and 22 minutes simultaneously. It is unbelievable to me that it has been this long. So much of the past months are a blur; so