I have been widowed twice. The first time was in 1988 and our home then was a two up, two down terrace. I did not want to leave, as it had been a happy home for us. I used to pretend that my late husband was in a other room, or out in the garden, which worked well except for when it was time for going to bed! I was still working, and also had good neighbours, so moving was not a sensible option. I kept the house even after remarriage in 2004, and moved back there in 2011, after my husband died in 2010. I now live in the very North of Scotland, with a view of the sea, which I love, even though it's very rural, mostly because my "old" home had stairs which became difficult to manage, and was also on a steep hill!