The bereaved husband of my friend, Ms. F., came over today to swim a little, learn to float a little, tread a little, talk about his loss, and tell me the whole story of "how they met" and "how she left". In the meantime, he drank the single beer he'd brought over, I had a little wine, and we ate some healthy munchies to absorb that small quantity of alcohol we threw back.
It was a nice little visit, and he's very grateful for the friends who are taking care of him right now. He's following the guidelines that have been put in place for him by "the coven", which primarily consist of living his daily life in ten-minute increments (or, "The NOW") and allowing his feelings to be, whatever they are.
We cried a little. We laughed a little. He showed me photos in his phone, and he allowed me to take these photos.
Not a bad Thursday; certainly better than last week!