I started having problems falling asleep about six months ago. I'd sit up at night, thinking about how my husband was gone and me left alone. Next thing I'd know the sun would be streaming in through the window. I'd actually started going to work with less than an hour of sleep. Then Jessica Fletcher came alone, or should I say the old TV series Murder She Wrote. My husband used to love that show, me, not so much. I found the murderer easy to figure out, the plots too simple.

Then a couple a weeks ago I had another one of those nights of feeling sorry for myself. Sleep wouldn't come. I thought to myself, why can't I just move on with my life? Why am I sitting up each night thinking about the last month of my husband's life? Then I thought about his favoriet show and decided to watch it. Here's a little background about the show: Jessica Fletcher is a widow in her 50s or 60s, living alone and making a life for herself. She's an accomplished woman who writes and solves crimes on the side. So, I started watching and a strange thing happened. I fall asleep within 15 minutes. Usually takes a week for me to finish an episode. I stream it from netflix so I don't have to buy or rent it. And I sleep well, thoughts of being like this fictional character who somehow finds a life after losing so much.