I have commented on this thread before, because my lovely man died in February this year, and yes I miss him, as all the others on this thread have done, but for some reason I have not been unhappy, sad, yes, but not unhappy. I occasionally open a drawer or cupboard most of which have been cleared, but there just might be something there which brings back memories and I burst into tears, I don't bother to stop them, just wait until I feel better. I am fortunate, my dearest friend here, whose husband died a few days after mine has dementia and her daughter is living with her, we meet up several times a week (courtesy of another couple of friends with transport for me), and there is also another newer friend whose husband died just before mine. She is fine, but like me says it is the little things that trigger the tears. I think the thing that keeps us going is the fact that we have made the effort to get out there and try to live a life which does no include 'another'. It is difficult, but we belong to groups which know and understand about our loss, friends are one of our assets as the moment. I have in the past written little bits and pieces about the family, written my children letters for when I am no longer here, and kept them on file, I have taken the opportunity of reading these through again, and putting them altogether in one place on file, so that they can read them, and a little bit of family history later on, I hope they enjoy them, just really telling them what the already know, I think. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and now my friend with the on-set of dementia has phoned to say her daughter will pick me up this afternoon and take me out for a cup of tea, and I have just started to cry again, no idea why, it will pass. Sorry to go on.