It is now 96 days since my husband died and I have just returned from a week in Turkey with my son ( who lives there) his wife and his in-laws. They are all lovely people and everyone was so kind and loving. My ds paid for everything including my flights. Now I am home I have friends and family here. So many people have much less but just the realisation that I will never again share anything with my dh, never hold his hand in the next chair, never be ‘us’ always ‘me’ is breaking me. I wanted to show him holiday snaps, tell him the funny stories and grouse about the airport delays. I just wanted Tom . Sorry to moan but writing it down helps a bit. One day I will empty his wardrobe and move his books. I might even sleep in his space but not today, not yet.