Sadly my trusty mug of hot chocolate didn’t work last night,and it got me thinking,
We all miss the physical contact of our partners but it’s more than that.
It’s almost telepathic a cup of tea/coffee would appear from nowhere,on a long drive I could tell if she needed the loo,she could tell if I was hungry,one of us would say do you fancy……and the other would finish the sentence,you knew every inch of their bodies and them yours never any embarrassment,if one of us exhaled a bodily function no apology just a big grin (we all do it) on a plane journey at meal time my wife would choose the opposite to me just in case I didn’t like my choice,the glances between you and you knowing exactly what each other is thinking,after attending a function one of us saying well that went well and bursting into fits of laughter on the drive home,I think what ime trying to say is without taking each other for granted we were happy and contented sadly no more.
Ron you could have been talking about Ray and I, we knew what each other was thinking before anything was said. I miss his level headed ness, his sense of humour, the hot water bottle on my side of the bed on a cold winters night, oh hell I miss everything about him 
Definitely got that right Ron…
Every day there’s something like that pops in to my head… I know what he’d have said, how he’d have reacted, the ‘in joke’ that was only funny to the pair of us…
Same here. I ache with longing for that old familiar feeling of being half of one entity.
My daughter has just gone off to the day centre. This is when I would have asked what shall we to today. He would usually say that he didn’t mind, so long as he could spend the day with me.
It was like that from day 1. We never even had a row.
I have moaned at him more since he died than I ever did when he was alive.
Now I am feeling really miserable. So, I am off to Asda. Must dash, I have got a man from the water company coming later. The highlight of my day!
Xx
It was absolutely the same for my hubby and I. Instead of being utterly miserable without him and that part of me also went with him, I try to focus on how lucky I was to be with him and how he taught me to be a much better person.
I read this poem to Andy in our wedding day, and recited it again at his funeral. He made me the person I was with him, and now I’m lost!
I LOVE YOU.
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am with you.
I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you have made me.
I love you for the part of me you brought out.
I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart and passing over all the foolish weak things that you couldn’t help dimly seeing there, and for drawing into the light all the beautiful belongings that no-one else had looked far enough to find
I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it with a touch, with a word, with a sign.
You have done it by being yourself, and for that I will love you always.
Very beautiful