It has only been 2 months since George's death and the loneliness clings to me like a wet shirt. I knew when I married him that this day would come too soon as he was 14 and a half years older than me. Even with his death, I don't regret my decision to marry him. As the Garth Brooks song says... I could have missed the pain, but I would have missed the dance. For me, one of the worst things is having to put on the act of a happy face when I am dying inside as no one wants to be around someone who is unhappy all the time. I am also sick of the platitudes. Time will make it better, let God lead the way etc. I miss him so much. Even after 35 years, he was the most romantic man on Earth. He wrote me love notes constantly, bought flowers for no other reason than to say I love you. I just haven't figured out how to go on without him in my life. It has only been 2 months since his passing and it seems like he has been gone for years.