ABSTRACT
In the first three weeks after Dick died, I experienced a range of emotions that confused and exhausted me. Each night I went to bed weary, awoke too early every morning, and was tired all day. Grief became a way of life for me, unpredictable in timing, but inevitable in its arrival. I learned that the triggers for grief were as numerous and varied as the triggers for joy. I wondered if I would ever be happy again.
