sankev, everything you’ve said is how I’m feeling. My husband died here at home on April 7. 55 years to the day that we met. I miss him so, so much. The lovely palliative care nurse who looked after him visited me a few days afterwards. She said that I should only do what I wanted to do. If I didn’t want to do something, then I didn’t need to. People mean well, but if they haven’t been through losing a partner, then they have no idea. At the moment, I don’t mix much. I don’t want much company, apart from my family, who drop in. I’ll see my grownup grandchildren and their little ones on Christmas morning, and will have lunch with my son and his partner. As you say, sankev, they have lost their dad and grandad, too. They’ll want to see us as ok as we can be. My little house is my safe place just now. It may always be that way for me, but that’s ok. I read somewhere that grief is like picking up a heavy stone and putting it in your pocket. At first, the stone and its weight is all you think about, but then, gradually it just happens that the stone doesn’t weigh you down anymore, even though it’s still there. Sending love to all who are needing comfort just now. x