Ok, so I know it's not the same as the loss you all have been through, but I have read some of your posts and I can tell I might get some support here. (The other "loss" boards seem kinda slow.) Anyway, I woke up on Sunday March 2 around 7:30 a.m. and my DH was dead, beside me. He was 33, not sick, and we still have no autopsy results. I feel so empty. Everyday does get easier, but that is only because my 3 kids and my full-time job keep me form having the time I need to cry. I went to the cemetery for the second time today and sobbed. I can't help but having the "Why me?" attitude. I am a 23 year old widow with 3 babies.