My wife died suddenly in 2020 (DVT) - some of you lovely people made a woolly hugs blanket which I use in winter 💚 - and, whilst I don't want to mention numbers, I now work three mornings a week.
The house is nearly paid off and it's just because savings interest is more than my mortgage (council tax is my biggest bill). I vacillate between just paying it for peace of mind (it's less than 10k) and wondering if I should leave it. Beyond that, I travel pretty much as I feel (main concern is my nearly 15 year old Border) and don't stress if something needs replacing/breaks/the roof falls in.
Mostly, life is peaceful and I'm happy gardening, reading, walks, etc. There's value in a low key life after all the drama with TRAs/being sued and all the insanity that some know about.
I am not wealthy, more comfortable I'd say (and it's why I really don't want a f/t job that detracts away from various interests) and know that I've a certain level of income for life irrespective of anything I do in addition.
It's a rather odd situation to be in in my 40's. In these sorts of cases I say that we're certainly unlucky in what happened but lucky that that money was available. Of course, there remains a degree of grief, but I did not die, there's Scrabble who needs looking after, and I have, I think, rebuilt something of value.
All good thoughts to those navigating these sorts of complexities 💛