Yes, profile addy is good.

And it's being very light, so yay for that. Probably the stress did push the hormones up to the point of triggering. And I see my doctor regularly. Next appointment's next month, actually.

The wake went very well. His brother and his whole family showed up, I'd forgotten how well I get along with that sister-in-law. Then all the adopted family who call me Mom were there, and some other friends. The friends of my youth are going grey and hobbly. One of the ones who'd stopped talking to Hubby a decade ago was there, he was a little standoffish, but we started an interesting conversation about state politics that got interrupted by something else, then he got into a conversation with his ex-wife and they were still talking when I left.

I only had to retreat once, when it got too much thinking how much Hubby would have loved to see all these people at once. Cousins got to meet cousins who hadn't seen each other since they were all wee children, if at all. There are worse reasons for family reunions, but there are certainly better.

A thrice-divorced friend expressed her jealousy and admiration at Hubby and me, and my sister-in-law, while telling me about how often she and her husband have run into trouble, also mentioned how well Hubby and I were matched. It's both good and painful to hear.

And I express my thanks once again to Miss Manners, who has given me much good advice over the years on how to handle social engagements when your soul is bundled up in a ball.

I'm glad the wake went well, Connie. You are quite a woman.

IME the best funerals always come down to "hell of a gathering, if only it weren't such a shame about the reason for it". It sounds like you achieved that and then some.

Love to you. The loss of my uncle Frank lead me to connections to couple of unknown cousins and Frank's siblings and now we're all pretty much certain Frank would be annoyed with us for taking so damned long.

I applaud you, Connie. And I'm glad this turned into an opportunity to reconnect with good people, although of course the circumstance is terrible.

I find it weird to be admired for my marriage. And saddened. It took shitloads of patience, but it never felt like work.

One of the most poignant things when my Dad died was realizing how amazing his devotion to my stepmom was. And I know that, at least at times, that wasn't always easy. But it was just amazing how much they loved each other. They really did.

I don't know if if it felt like work them but it will always be an ideal for me. That, that is what a partnership should be.

Connie, glad the wake went well.

I find it weird to be admired for my marriage.

It isn't easy to share life with another. Really not easy.

It is good to hear that the wake went well. No one ever wants to go to one, but it is an opportunity to reconnect and share warm memories.

I'm sorry for your loss, Shir.

Probably the stress did push the hormones up to the point of triggering.

Oh yeah! I consider myself lucky that I paused reasonably early. I had kept the dates in a spreadsheet for the last couple years to see if I could make sense of the erratic schedule. Months later when I thought to myself that it had been some time, I checked the spreadsheet. The official date of my last period was 9/11/01, recorded before the news broke. No doubt the huge emotional response finished it off. 47 years old at the time.

Shir, condolences on your loss. She sounds like a remarkable woman.

Connie, funerals and wakes are always so hard; I'm glad it went by easily for you, and some good came of it for your family.

The official date of my last period was 9/11/01, recorded before the news broke. No doubt the huge emotional response finished it off. 47 years old at the time.

Wow, Laura, that must have been a bit of a shock, to realize that date. I long for menopause, myself. Dammit, uterus, we're 51. Enough already.