It’s the most awful time to even think about a “new phase”.
How can you? We’re all stuck in whatever phase we were in when the virus hit. Older sister?
I don’t know how long ago your husband died, but for me, for at least the first year, perhaps eighteen months I did nothing but endure. To keep living was as much as I could manage. People said one day at a time,but I would think I managed the last mimute, I can manage the next one.
There will be a new phase, but perhaps just to keep going in this one is worthy of praise ?