There Are Many Stages Of Grief.

I Couldn't Have Found A Better Man Than Brad. He Still Opens Doors For Me And Brings Me Flowers. He's The Sweetest Goofball On The Planet.

I'm Sprouting More Than One Wonderful Grey Hair.

There Are Many Stages Of Grief. It's Sad, Something Coming To An End. It Cracks You Open, In A Way -- Cracks You Open To Feeling. When You Try To Avoid The Pain, It Creates Greater Pain. I'm A Human Being, Having A Human Experience In Front Of The World. I Wish It Weren't In Front Of The World. I Try Really Hard To Rise Above It.

It Would Be Great To Have A Little Getaway Place Somewhere Hot, Maybe Down In Mexico, Since I Love It There. But Now That I've Banned Myself From The Sun, I Don't Know How That Will Work.

'friends' Will Always Remain Friends.