By Mary Friedel-Hunt
Three years ago, on March 27, my husband, Bill, died. Since that day, and even before, I have been on a journey through grief. Though I have lost many people in my life, the death of my husband is a totally different loss, as any woman or man who has lost a beloved spouse or partner will tell you. What you may not realize, unless you have a lost a spouse or a child or someone you were extremely close to — someone who was a part of who you are — is that the grief journey does not end in a matter of weeks or months or even years as our death-phobic society would like to claim.