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It's been 1 year and 7 months since John's death. And sometimes I feel like I am wallowing in mud. Or drowning under a deep ocean. My family is not closeby. My three daughters are adults with families and living their own distracted lives. As a teacher I have the summer off and that is not always a treat when I have more time to think and worry and despair. I moved here to be with John and he has left me dealing with things he could not handle. So I am angry with him.