I lost my dear husband 6 months ago. We were together for nearly 50 years and I am lost. My only consolation is that he went first, because I think he would not have coped had it been the other way around, as he had suffered a stroke and had cancer and would have found life on his own difficult. At least I still have my health (touch wood), and am quite active and can manage the house and garden, barring emergencies and my neighbours are brilliant. The loneliness is indescribable, no-one to sit in companiable silence with; as someone else said, I miss the holding hands, the kiss goodnight and the cuddles, the impromptu lunches and drinks out. I am lucky in that I have family nearby, but they have their own lives to lead. I try to get out and about and have joined a couple of activities/clubs, and I go to the cinema a lot. But once I get home, it is so lonely. I have my lovely cats, have to get up every day for them, and am lucky that they are affectionate and will sit on my lap. But there is no other option than to cope. I sink or swim, that's it.
Jersey trip, some tips please.

