One thing I didn't mention but really should have...all my sweet neighbors got out (and one set of visiting grandparents too) and moved the crumpled trampoline back to my yard and picked up all the debris. So nice of them to do this for me...especially since I was very busy having my melt down. I'm okay with the trampoline situation now--I still have all those precious memories of Todd and the kids--they can't be blown away by the wind.
By the way, if you ever witness a grieving person having a really ugly cry, don't be too unnerved. I think it is one of the most healing mechanisms we have for dealing with grief...it releases all that stored up tension. There is really no predicting what situations or events will be catalysts for the surge of release. Some pretty big situations or events, I seem to be able to emotionally handle pretty easily, and some seemingly insignificant events trigger a major flood of emotion. It is okay though, because after the chaos of the release, my body is able to organize itself and move forward...I think it is probably similar to a baby's developmental progress being marked by meltdowns and disorganization just before a major developmental milestone is reached. We really are "marvelously made." (Psalm 139:14)