I am a logical person, almost to a fault. Years ago when I was trying to explain something of significance to my husband, he said I had my own kind of logic. That is how "Jackilogic" was born. My husband of 26 years died 76 days ago and I miss him more than all that is logical in life. I think I am finally getting used to calling myself a "widow" although I must admit in my head I always think of a black widow spider, so maybe I am not used to it all. I still sleep on my side of the bed, think of all the things I want to tell him throughout the day, and keep thinking he will walk into the room when I least expect it. But really how does one get used to it? You are one half of a whole. What you knew of life is now challenged and changed. The person who could speak to your heart without any words, can no longer answer. The world just doesn't seem quite as bright and the waves of grief still keep coming. They come when you least expect and over the...