I too miss having a person to discuss looming expenditure with and so on, but I find some things much easier as a widow.
Not many, and not the things I might have expected.
On Monday evening, due to a traffic diversion I missed the turning I needed in the dark and found myself forced to walk, pushing my bike, as the lane I was in was too dark, rough and unknown to me for me to risk cycling with only my bike head lamp to shed any light.
Finished up on the wrong side of the Danish-German border seem from the point of where I actually live, fortunately recognised the village I found myself in, and walked or rode 8 km home along unlighted roads, and in places, untarmaced ditto.
Got home nearly two hours later than I should have, and it was a relief that DH was not sitting worried out of his mind.
During the trip home, that thought had kept me going - not that I don¨t nmiss him, I do, but he would have been out of his mind worrying, if he had still been alive.