Slowly you consign the past to its place of honor in your life. Gradually, though perhaps reluctantly, you begin to live more in the present than in the past. At last you can envision a tentative future. Yet the view is still somewhat obscured by the persistent questions of grief: “What is my life about without my loved one?” “Will I ever be loved again?” “Will I ever love again?” “Will my children be there to love and support me as I age?” These are the challenges of the future, for the future.