Just thought that I would write a little "pearl of wisdom" re-inforcing that
grief does indeed get a little better with the passing of time.  I  know
that there are a lot on the NG at the moment that are further behind me on
the path of grief.

Here is just a little humor hope no one minds.
Two hillbillies are in a bar. While they are talking, a woman eating a
sandwich at a nearby table begins to cough. After a minute or so, it
becomes apparent that she is in real distress.