When my husband and I bought a house in Mexico in 2001, little did we know I would be moving into it without him. Three days before we were due to begin our journey, we discovered he had pancreatic cancer. He lived for three weeks. That is how, 2 months later, I came to be lying on an air mattress in an empty house in a country where I knew neither a soul nor the language. This blog will be about grief. How it expresses itself, how I responded to it and how I came to realize that it is a powerful agent for growth and change. This is how life is set up. We will all face death over and over in our lives. If you need a companion in dealing with this surprising, astonishing, earth-shaking event in your life, here I am!