"My soul did not break. It cracked wide open."At 3:33 on a Thursday afternoon, Julie's husband, Jim, took his last breath. As their sons each held one of his hands and Julie's hands rested on his knees, they let him go.The shattering she experienced was raw. Real. And dismantling. It was a doorway to Live and Die Awake, the story of a great love, a sacred dying, and the unraveling and rebuilding that followed.Read it with a pen in one han...