Totally agree. It was my 2nd Christmas without my beloved Hubby. I think in some ways it was worse cos last year I was so numb as he had only died the month before! I have been in the states now for 6 weeks and leave on the 13th January. I have mixed feelings about leaving. It’s a long time to be staying with someone even tho my son and my daughter in law assure me they love having me here. But I’m dreading going back to the empty house. I haven’t been alone since Nov 9th! Friends say you are never alone and I know that with my strong faith I know God is always with me and His presence has helped me over the last year but its the human touch that you miss, his arms around you and talking about how things went etc. I don’t think people who haven’t lost a spouse totally understand when we talk about the loneliness of being a widow/widower xxx
Sharrona,
What a beautiful way of explaining feelings. I will not get over my husbands sudden death, we were married over 41 years. You just cant fotget after all these happy years.
Maybe one day it will get easier and l hope it does, but it will take time.
Bx
Christine, thank you for getting back to me it was nice to receive a reply it feels like someone understands what life is like now for you and your not the only one living this horrible ordeal, as for new year cant even bare thinking about it trying to just block this whole time out cant see any future . Wishing you some peace in your life x
No Pam you are not being silly! I am just in bed with my partners Woolley hat and gloves which accompany me every night! x x
Her favourite perfume was coco chanel. I found a bottle of it in her drawer. Now I spray the pillow every night. Its comforting.
She had great taste. It’s also my favourite perfume. We do what we need to to find comfort.
He like salty by Lush, I still have a bottle of it that was his x
I have a couple of bottles of my husbands aftershave, but I still have his scarf that smells of him, I know that it will fade eventually which makes me so sad. I keep it in the pocket of his dressing gown that I wear each evening.