Not Dead Yet (Bad Choice of Title, Though…)

Three years and four days ago, my husband, Alex, disclosed to our friends and family that he had been diagnosed with colo-rectal cancer.

Three months and twenty-nine days ago, he died.

I’ve been working through the classic stages of grief – shock, denial, anger and such – punctuated by a minor nervous breakdown, because apparently being a widow before 40 wasn’t disruptive enough. Continue reading