Yes, when I'm driving is when it all comes out. Sometimes I would cry all the way to work (an hour) and all the way home, the sun rise, the sun set, the mountains, the songs on the radio, the fact that I was driving and not sitting next to my husband listening to his stories about where we were or where we were going. When we would go on a long road trip we'd even pray together; today I had a three hour drive and decided to recite that prayer (I think for the first time) and cried through the entire thing. He's been gone for a year...I still miss him every day, sometimes with an ache in my chest or a knot in my throat and sometimes not.
