While it's true that it's devastating losing a best friend and a roommate that you've had for 26 years, it's also true that eventually you get in to the routine of living alone, and you realize that it's not so bad. Your life doesn't end with them. These last couple of weeks have been pretty brutal (actually the last couple of months have been pretty brutal), but every day the hurt eases little by little, and I'm finding that I'm kind of enjoying living by myself. I had to put my dog in a shelter because I won't be working from home any more, so he would've been left alone in the house for 9 hours a day and I wouldn't have been able to care for him like I did. And quite frankly it's very hard to find an apartment complex that allows dogs. I lost 2 friends in 4 days, but I realized that as hard as that is, I came out stronger through it all. It's amazing all the things we don't think that we'll be able to handle. Turns out when they happen, we find ourselves to be more able to deal with them than we think we are. I have a feeling I'm going to be just fine. A big thanks to all who sent comments, emails, and well-wishes. You all made a rough time a little bit easier.