Is overwhelming me.  Not sure if seeing my MIL in a nursing home or being back in my hometown with no home of my own to go to has triggered thi s depression.  Mrs. T kept the home fires burning for me, now, I have no where to put my emotions or love but at the cemeteries.  I keep seeing my name engraved in stone and sitting in a cemetery in my dreams but the date of death is never visible.  I’m down and trying to shake it but can’t.  Just want to sleep.  Fearful of what life ahead is going to do in this uneasy world with an immoral man leading our country.