Stephen-- Sounds like we've been living parallel lives. My wife of 34 years died in April of cancer--we also knew for a while that she was terminal, and i also thought i was "prepared" or whatever--I had stayed home with her for her last 6 weeks, taking full-time care of her until the end. I had done what I thought was a lot of "pre-grieving" and felt i knew what was in store for me. WRONG! I was totally numb for my first 7 weeks--I went back to work, shuffled thru the routine, also stopped eating and lost weight (my son is still at home and he made me keep serving dinner, and made me eat with him, but I still went down into the 120's (pounds!), a dangerously low weight I'd not seen since I was 16 years old. I tried drinking, but got too sick, so turned instead to grass... I also found a woman, jumped into bed with her way too fast, like 2 months after the funeral, and made quite a spectacular mess of things. (By the way--we've since become friends and are still seeing one another, but it was way messy and very painful all around.) After all of that, I FINALLY fell apart (or "melted down", as you put it)--I mean really broke into tiny pieces emotionally--crying jags that would last 3 hours, dizziness to the point of confusion and disorientation, I was inconsolable and The 4 weeks since my melt-down have been very difficult in every way--I feel like I barely know who I am sometimes. I'm just beginning to understand how difficult the work of "grief work" actually is: Can't sleep, can't eat, tired, numb, disoriented, resentful of the huge mess i've been left--funeral expenses, canceled health insurance, loss of her salary, raising my kids by myself, making all the decisions by myself--JUST when I have no emotional strength or resources to do any of it... and no help from my partner, my wife, my counsel and best friend, no comfort, no support, just when I need her the most. Yeah--it isn't hard--it's merely impossible, but somehow i have gotten thru 3 months without wrecking a car, getting fired from my job, bouncing too many checks, or alienating too many people for being so difficult and sometimes just impossible to be with. The crying myself to sleep at night still goes on. The laundry piles up, the weeds have taken over her flower garden, my son is unsupervised too much of the time, and certain chores i just keep putting off--her mini-van in the garage has not been started in months, and now won't start at all... BUT--Stephen--you and me, we trudge (often with no motivation, no enthusiasm and no faith) through each day, sometimes hour by hour, until it adds up to a week, another month, and somehow we've put 3 months--three impossible, heartbreaking, mind-numbing months--behind us. That in itself is an accomplishment, no matter how much we've f@*ked things up. I know for me--with the Jewish high holy days, her birthday and our anniversary all coming up in the next couple of months, that the immediate future will not be any easier, and maybe even harder to endure. But it'll be six months, and then a year... and hopefully, the shape and flavor of this new, weird, unwanted life will start to become clear enough to take some ownership of it, to begin to live in this new life with some small degree of comfort and ease. that's all we can pray for. Michael