“Because the problem is the gravy”

It took me a long time to correctly adjust the amount I cooked to just enough for me when my children left home. Although there is five years between them, they both took off for Uni at the same time, so there was no gradual decrease.

Freeze one!

That’s not going to bring him back.
It’s not about gravy or amounts but triggers

I still shout out loud the answers to questions on The Chase, University Challenge etc. To an empty room.

I still expect my late husband to look astonished/proud/dismissive/ . . . whatever . . . as I show off my knowledge or ignorance in an overly excitable manner.

He died eleven years ago.

For me, the thing that broke me was sweetcorn.

I don’t like it, but my husband (who died two years ago) loved it.

I was cleaning out the freezer and found last year’s crop, lovingly grown by me, for him.

It sounds so silly but it just broke me, realising that I’d never grow it for him again and he’d never be here to eat it again.

It is the smallest, strangest things that make the grief manifest and bring you to your knees.

Much love to your neighbour @millymouge

Such a sad thread. I'm not widowed but found even the three weeks that my husband was in hospital very lonely especially when I was imagining the worst. I know it will happen one day. I sometimes wake in the early hours thinking about it with dread which is ridiculous I know.
My thoughts go out to those of you who are on your own, particularly those for whom this is the first Christmas without your husband.