Yesterday, while driving to my destination, I passed the funeral home where we had Adam's wake. I started crying and did not stop until I parked at my destination, wiped my tears and had to put on my outside brave face. Now that I am on a good combo of meds, regulating my moods, I feel "distant" from Adam vs. living in the grief, every moment of the day ... but then there are these triggers that whammy-o bring me to my knees. I hope that when my time comes I am helped to cross over to the other side by my son & parents and if my husband goes before me, that he too would be present.