The calendar, mirror, and society remind--no nag--me that I have survived, almost seven years, but as I sit wrapped up in his bathrobe it feels just like yesterday. The tears, swollen eyes, gut-wrenching sobs, and lump in my throat remind me, like an old BFF, that grief will be my companion the rest of my life.His last words to me were those he left on the answering machine, "I just called to to tell you I love you". I am glad I missed that call, otherwise I would not have that recording.