It’s been a whole year.  On December 29th, 2019, my favorite person for over 32 years left this world behind.  I am “expected” to miserable today.  Sad, inconsolable, despondent……you name it.  I’ve heard it all, but I’m not experiencing any of those things.  My grieving started the day we received Jonathan’s terminal diagnosis.  For over two years, I dreamt, prayed, and hoped that Jonathan would receive a miracle here on earth, and be allowed to stay with me and our children.  I deeply believed in that possibility and lived out my life with faith for it.  That diagnosis was still there in my face though, especially with every doctor or…