I think what helped us through Covid, was taking care of his parents. Then, when he got sick and it took me for the ride of my life, almost losing him, working and taking care of his parents and then when he finally came home from the hospital, I had to give him infusions every 24 hours. Bonnie, that was as close to losing him as I ever had been. I know it does not compare to you losing John but for us, that was too close. That man scared me to death. But because I was so loaded up on bipolar meds, I never cried. Now I think about it, I can bawl my eyes out. But this will never compare to what you and John went through. Hugs!!!