This will be a very short post.

 In 2011, after losing my wife, I made one moderate change in my life.  We had two homes, one in Phoenix, the other in Prescott.  I moved out of the first, into the second, and sold the Phoenix house, through a short sale.

I gave myself one year with no major decisions, other than the above.  I believe every time someone suffers a catastrophic loss, he or she deserves to be given at least a year’s respite.  Some people need two years, or more.  That should be okay with everyone who says they love that person.

I had to calm some of my family members down, when they were overly concerned with a temporary cash flow problem I had, in late Summer, 2011.  It worked out.  Transitional issues surface, the survivor handles them, sometimes with help, and moves on.

The person left behind, no matter what the loss, is a strong person, a survivor, a thriver.  S(he) deserves to be able to set the rules, and to have them be honoured.  That’s all I can say, at this point.