Thank you! I can only shake my head at how crazy it was that we drank all of that alcohol—and the mixing of different kinds! Ugh. That was the first and last time I drank that much. I miss him terribly. Six years later there are little comforts here and there that pop up. It was comforting to visit where we spread his ashes in Sedona a few weeks ago and to see the markers hadn't been disturbed. I also carry his driver's license with me in my wallet.