I received a card today from the secretary at the school where W would have gone. Even though she did not know W (this is a school of several thousand kids), she took the time to write and say how sorry she was that she would not get to meet him. I broke down and cried. That's the first time I've cried in over two weeks. I'm glad some things can still make me cry.
I finished all but 3 of my remaining thank you notes. They have been so difficult to write, but so necessary. I am ashamed that they are so late, but at least I am getting them done.