I started writing these thank you notes in February and had to stop.  It was too difficult.  So now, two months later, I have begun again.  Time has a way of softening things, even death.  The writing comes easier now, but my heart is still broken, my eyes wet and my spirit blackened.  I am thankful to all the family and friends (and you blippers I have not met face to face yet) for the warm notes, cards, phone calls and hugs.  You keep me going.
Thank you.