DH died just over 5 & half years ago.
Life has carried on, as it does.
I've got a new partner, although we don't live together and at the moment I've no plans to.
In the main things are good in all parts of my life.
Amd then, sometimes it just hits me like a tonne of bricks how much I miss him still. Its momentary, although the sadness lingers, but its almost as if I can't breathe with the intensity of it.