It will be two years soon since I lost my husband to cancer.  I fell in love at 18, just a freshman in college. He was 6”3″, handsome, blond, blue eyes, charming.  We were engaged at 19 and married at 20. A wonderful life together, even more in love, seeing the world, growing together, careers, a son, now granddaughters, both healthy. We’d live to 100, we thought. I function well and am very happy again most of the time–work, play, enjoy life. But this selfie captures the occasional tears, sad eyes, and still empty sheets beside me.  Enjoy the company of others, but no one is as grand as he…