What can I say here that doesn't sound too maudlin and sorry-for-myself? Harold died December 5, 2008. It was so sudden that I still pretend he's just at the boat. My sister came for a week. Harold died at 1:30 p.m. and by 7:30 p.m. my son was at my side. After Marilyn left I got in the car and drove to Baltimore for 10 days, so today is my first day back. Be prepared for lots of future posts about how miserable my life is.