This is personal, not political. My husband died of liver disease just over fourteen months ago and I miss him. I have days and even weeks that go by and I don't think about how lonely I feel without him but then there are days that hit me...like today, when I still weep with the rawness of the wound. Thank God for His grace, for without it I surely wouldn't be alive still. I wonder how long it will hurt like this? If anyone wants to comment or share their own story, I will listen. I think talking about it eases the loneliness. It is ok to cry too. The tears bring cleansing and they bring healing.