. When does it get better? It's like the Robert Frost poem, Two Tramps in Mud Time, "you're two months back in the middle of March." It's one step forward and two steps back. Yesterday, I got home from seeing my counselor at the VA and a little grocery shopping. I was watching the Red Sox lose to Baltimore when my oldest son called to tell me that our youngest son's wife killed herself. My daughter-in-law hung herself in jail in Colorado. She was a beautiful girl with a four month old baby. Granted, she did have some drug issues. She had been in and out of rehab. I thought she was doing well since the baby was born. I did not expect this. I prayed for my wife Cathy to accept Jackie into her loving arms. I know she will. And they will both be at peace. It is for us, the living, and to deal with the heartache and heart break.