He's been gone for 18 days, gone from all our lives physically, but probably never has he been on the hearts & thoughts of so many people at once.  Death is weird. I know it's the point of life, to live it, eventually to die...it just never feels right to the ones left behind. I sit & watch while everyone around me tries to pick up the pieces & get their life back together. Including myself. Stress is getting the better of me I think, trying not to worry so much about the bills, hard not too. though, I hope my stocking goes well, we need the money so badly and I know no other way to make some. I can't even find a real job now.