Let me explain that further, because I know it sounds like empty philosophy when you're in the middle of the storm. But I lived it. I'm living it.My husband—who I loved and still love very much—died. I didn't know what I would do. He had been at my side for forty years. Forty. And I had no idea who I actually was when I wasn't part of "we." I had been wife, mother, granny, daughter before that, bu ...