It’s now exactly three-and-one-half years since my husband Peter died.  I still miss him every day.

But missing him got much worse one recent night.  I was sitting on my living room sofa when I thought I saw something move into my line of vision and quickly disappear in the kitchen.  Seconds later, that something ran across the kitchen floor.  A mouse!!

And what does the typical woman do when she sees a mouse— she calls her husband.

If she has one…