No siblings, no children of my own.
DH died during lockdown, so I was in isolation at a time in my life when most people would have been in contact with immediate family.
I had to select DH's coffin from an online catalogue. Everything had to be done via phone and email - apart from signing the document to say that I'd pay for the funeral.
It took around a year to sort out the memorial because of problems relating to lockdown.
I'd been more or less forced into early retirement at 58 when my HT refused to allow me to cut my hours to a 3 dy week.
I later found out that I'd been given incorrect advice by my union. I had a 4 dy week for one year to allow me to manage DH's hospital appointments. I should have insisted on staged retirement rather than flexible working. The union financial adviser had told me that there was no difference. There is: staged retirement allows you more rights. I had found myself picking up all the problems caused by my 'day off' when I got in to work on a Monday morning. My HT didn't tell me until I'd signed on the dotted line that he wasn't putting someone into my post on my 'day off'. I can't give too many details on here, but it would have been easily managed.
[ETA Thanks to my HT's determination to save money, I was in constant catch-up mode. Was still in the school building 7.30 some nights. Got home one night and discovered that DH had scalded himself badly, making a cup of coffee.]
If I had gone down the staged retirement route, my HT would have had to be more obliging.
I can't say too much, but after I retired, I was actually called in to a tribunal (not directly related to me) because of my HT's behaviours. That was an extremely stressful process, even though I wasn't the member of staff who'd made the complaint.
A relative exactly my age did go down the staged retirement route in the same authority and she's quite happily working a two-day week.
As is the case with many women in my situation, my social life consisted of my work colleagues. As DH's health deteriorated, it became harder to get out of the house.
DH's son was told to shield. His daughter decided to shield - apparently she had adult onset asthma - and said that she didn't want the 20 yr old grandchild to attend the funeral in case it was triggering. (The grandchild's father had died when they were only 9.) Travelling wasn't a concern for the grandchild - they'd been abroad during lockdown for part of their uni course.
3 of my cousins and some work colleagues - and former pupils of my husband - attended the funeral, as did his ex to represent the kids.
I'm trying to get out more. I had a few ops after Dh died - nothing dreadful, just things that needed to be taken care of. I was referred to physio and then an exercise class. I now go to the gym about 4 times a week and that helps, so I'm gradually trying to make a life for myself.
I did have a couple of health scares, but that's been sorted out.
I did some supply teaching, but my speciality isn't maths where most of the jobs are round here. I left the teaching register this year. I'm still in touch with some of my younger teaching colleagues, but they're miles away - I'm happy to say that they've done very well for themselves and have obtained better posts in other areas.
Anyway, I'm trying to get my head straight, to get more organised and to get out more.