I'm so angry.  Why was Gene taken from me so young and so suddenly.  He was my world and now he's gone.  Just getting up in the morning is a struggle for me right now.  I'm supposed to go back to work tomorrow and I just don't know how I'm supposed to cope.  Tears just fall and there is no stopping them.  The smallest tasks feel overwhelming.  God, I miss him so much my heart is aching.  How do I pick up the pieces and go on.  I don't want to right now.  I've contacted our local hospice about grief counseling.  I am waiting to hear from the counselor tomorrow.  I don't know how to deal with all these feelings.  I can't even think about cleaning out his clothes.