all about me: It's hard to write about me. I'm not sure how I really define myself now. I am now a 61 year old widow of 16 years this past August 3. My husband and best friend died of a sudden heart attack instantly in my arms with no previous warning of trouble. My life has gone on without explanation, and I have been able to find joy and peace with living again... but I still miss my best friend every day. I found that the grief has made me harder in many many ways, but also softer and more empathetic. I have very little patience for the meaningless gibberish of the 'world', but all the patience in the world for humanity. I could care less what things I leave behind when I die, but how I live every day, and how sound I sleep at night mean everything to me. My family mean the world to me, and I am affectionately known as :Auntie Lyn: from those that matter most.