I lost my husband of 32 years four months ago. I am just begining to accept that my adventure buddy is truly gone. The saving grace that has kept me from despair are our children and grandchildren. They don’t replace him, nothing can, but they remind me that there is still work to do before I too shuffle off this mortal coil. I also need to come to a conclusion about what happens after we die, so there is a lot of study and discussion ahead. I won’t deny that there is s preferred conclusion, I pray that I will see him again.
I suppose that I am not making bad progress given that it is only two months. My daughter got a golden retriever/poodle cross pup for Christmas and, while I like dogs, they are too high maintenance for me. Another daughter gifted us with a friendly cat when her company transferred her to Japan. My wife immediately became her favorite person, but she tolerates me, keeps the house free of mice and is an easy chair cuddle companion when I wind down the day in the evening with supper and a little tv (mostly old movies, programs or documentaries).
I wasn't much of a church goer, but my wife dragged me to hers and I have a few friends there as a result. So I will probably continue when I get back home after the holidays with my daughters.