It has been six months and it seems like yesterday. I have taken one of my husbands favorite shirts and put it on his pillow. I sleep with it every night. I have the last shirt he wore on a chair in our bedroom. I miss him so much the pain is horrific. People tell me it will get better. How can it get better if he isn't here. I try not to cry in front of people and I am getting better at that. But when I get to our empty house the dam breaks. It is so hard to be strong. Because I really am not. Even when people are around I feel so alone. He was my rock - He was my everything and now he is gone. How do I go on without him.