Halfway to Steve’s I stopped at a lovely place called Lake Geneva. Wisconsin. Being on the road for this long is starting to make me a little tired. I wisely chose to only travel about 3 to 4 hundred miles a day. I did this because I somehow knew that as time went by it would get harder and harder to keep a pace that I wanted to do, so I set a pace I would end up doing and therefore not discourage myself
or over task myself. It’s a good thing because I’m hitting my stride and don’t want to go one mile more a day!
I had a great visit with Steve, it was short as I am starting to long for home and Steve is in the middle of moving. That being said; we had a great visit and talked at length about losing the love of your life, and what you can do to cope. Steve is one of the ones that has helped me not just after, but more important to me, during the 
dying process. I have learned from going through all of this that we have very little in this country in the way of preparing for death. We struggle so hard to keep living, that we sometimes miss the chance to allow those among us that must die, to do so with love and grace and support. Thank God I was able to find a way to allow Dolores that grace. I only hope I have the same peaceful end when it is my time.
From somewhere on the backroads,
The Demonmaster.
Rick, thanks for the memory. My husband took me to Lake Geneva on our second date in ‘75. We were married two years later and he died in Feb. of ‘06. Safe travels.
You are so correct Rick. That is why I wrote my book which needs final editing before being published. It is called Joyful Mourning like the website name I told you about my daughter’s experience with losing her young husband at 26.
http://www.joyfulmourning.com from my point of view or from theirs at brokenclay.net.
Sounds like this eons.com would be a good place for me to visit.