And, I can handle a lot of things that he did before. I mow the grass, install light fixtures and even figured out the difference between the cable modem and the wireless router - and even what they do.
But for all the progress I've made in handling my new life in my old house, nothing makes me crumble like opening the liquer cabinet and not seeing his bourbon - not seeing the collection of highballs I purchased for him over the years for special occasions - birthdays, Christmases, our anniversary...
His glasses are gone now. So is his bourbon. So is he.
And tonight, when all I wanted was the wine key, I opened the liquer cabinet and cried.