What is left
  after the pain is gone?
When there is nothing to feed
   the anger
      the depression
         the fear....
Will the soul wither
   and die?
That was my fear...
     But that is not the way of life.
The great love of my life
   has died....
but many great loves are left
   Handsome sons
      grandchildren
         weddings in exotic places
goofy dogs.
My home, all mine
     eclectic and clean.
And I have me.
       ~for the first time in my life -
I love me!