We decided to have one crack at the whip, so to speak. After much emotional and physical turmoil, it didn't work. It's the end of the road, so I have to tell myself to be thankful for all I have already...and I'm sure, in time, I'll pull myself together, get on with it all and be truly grateful for everything that is good in my life. Right now, it's tough and I feel as though I'm grieving for something I never had. Strange to feel bereaved when nothing actually lived, but that is what it feels like. Anyone else out there feel similar?