Letting go of the Anger

It finally happened.  I woke up this morning with the relization that my husband desperately wanted to live.  He died of an anuerysm, one caused by high blood pressure.  He was a salt lover and I couldn't stop him.  Up until today I'd been angry, feeling that he didn't do enough to live.  He didn't exercise and worked way too much.  But this morning, I remember how he kicked his  40 year smoking habit.  And I thought how incredibly hard that had to be.  I've struggled with weight problems these last 15 years.  I want to be slim, but it's hard.  Yet, DH was able to stop smoking because he wanted to be there for me and his daughter.  He stopped smoking and never picked up a cigarette again.
Incredible.
I'm not saying the anger won't resurface in some way, but I don't think it will come back with the intensity I've had since he passed.  I guess I'm in the next stage of grief.