I lost my DH 3 years ago and still miss him so much. We had our ups and downs over the 51 years we were married but we had each other and our two AC and 3 grandchildren. He had terminal cancer and I watched him deteriorate slowly until he died in a wonderful hospice that gave him back his dignity.
You learn to cope but I miss him every single day.
We often laugh about the things he said and did and I curse him at times for not doing the jobs round the house that I now have to get someone in to do.
My grandchildren are my pillars now, keep me going and we love to be in each other’s company.
It’s not easy on your own, especially in the evenings but you cope because you have to.
I feel for widows who have no family or friends, it must be so hard for them.
I too fear dementia, as my father and cousin died with it. It’s such a destroying illness both for the sufferer and family.
Arghh!! Moving house and conveyancing frustrations