Two or three days, at best. That's all I can manage. Then I break down in tears again. A word, a song, an unfamiliar face ... I never know what's going to open the gates, rip the dam apart. A few precious friends check on me regularly and pray for me. An even more precious much smaller number call, text, message me and we talk for hours. They know their names. I hope they know that I know their names, and that their hearts are golden - lovely to me. When I desperately needed to talk to someone yesterday, I got to talk to my girls via Skype. How I've missed them! Then one of those precious few called, and we talked for an hour, about everything and nothing. I felt so much better after talking with you. Thank you. Then another of those precious few messaged, and we 'talked' like that for three hours, about things that matter and things that don't, to anyone else. I felt so much better after talking with you, too. Thank you....