I don’t know about anyone else but it is often the silly little things that we miss most and makes us cry.
This morning drawing back the sitting room curtains - the cushions on the settee look perfect. My lovely husband had a way of sitting that squashed them up - almost mangled them - I don’t know how he did it as no one else manages to. But every day the big heavy feather cushions would need a sound shake to put them back into shape.
I miss how he would leave his tea bag in his cup to make it as strong as possible - no more severely tea stained mugs.
I miss his loud music - me saying Gary you will wake everyone up - and the almost imperceptible grunt that echoed back to his teenage years of grudging acceptance.
I miss no more cans of beer in the recycling box and how he used to spend so much time tidying making sure our recycling was done properly.
I miss talking to him most. We were both great talkers and we told each other everything - every little concern we had - every little idea. He could talk for hours about his music - until I glazed over (i did not understand the technicalities - and used to say you need to talk to James or Bill, who did understand).
I miss the TV programmes we enjoyed together but I cannot watch. I also miss having to prise a bit of TV time when the snooker was on - or wheeler dealers - or another rerun of a film that he seemed to be able to watch again and again.
I miss having him to consult on things I am worried about. I miss how he could make us all laugh. I miss his silly voices and faces that would crack my daughter up.
To be honest I miss everything about him - just like I am sure you all miss your lost loves.
Back to being busy to try and get through another day I guess.
But I know everyone on here is the same.