The thing about being a widow is that you become kind-of a crappy friend, at least for a little while.  You cry at people’s weddings.  You ruin perfectly good barbeques by talking just a little too much about your late husband.  You’re never on time.  You forget to call people back and you never remember anyone’s birthday besides your own.  You never do the carpool and you certainly don’t organize weekly get-togethers.  Sometimes when you get together with your friends, everyone spends all of their emotional energy on you. At times, it’s not a lot of fun to be a widow’s friend.  Still, so many people have been good friends…