He sat with his pad, ready for the session.Roger started off slowly, “It’s been a busy year.” Then, in a more somber tone, he continued, “Afte... our last session, I went to visit Stacy’s grave; I went again last week.” He paused for a moment, before continuing softly, “I read the books you recommended. They helped me put my family’s death in perspective. They showed me that I’m not alone. I even joined a support group for widows and widowers. That gave me a chance to talk about Stacy and feel. Nevertheless, seeing the clothing I would soon be wearing made me feelsick to my stomach.Deborah scrunched up the dress and threaded my arms and head through itas I stood there like a zombie, before pulling it down my body andfastening the four yellow buttons that ran up the chest. "There we are,"she said, fussing with the hem until the dress sat properly on my smallframe. "Okay pop these on and then we are done," she said passing me apair of white sandals adorned with three flowers across the. Only a lonely mid-life crisis and retirement to look forward to.”“You know you could still make a go of it with Charlotte, if you wanted,” my loving and kind wife gently offered. Shot down seconds later. “That ship’s sailed,” the pain and hurt in his voice obvious.“And, you know, all’s not sweetness and light for Dave and Chris. Look at all the problems me and Dave have had. And don’t even start about Chris. He’s a long way from home and from what he tells me things are so bad at the plant he. There were only two employees by this point, and she struggled to even pay them lately. Vicki reminded herself to ask Dan to help them get work. She would write them letters of reference, but her word wouldn't go nearly as far as Dan's, she knew. She owed them better treatment than to simply dump them into the ranks of the unemployed, knowing how much that sucked from her own experience.In the meantime, there was a last prospective client and she didn't know if she should even bother under the.