Four years later I see things at the store and think I should get that for Janet.
Glad I am not the only one.
Every time I see coffee ice cream in a store's freezer section, I immediately think of Judith...even in Year IX.
So it's just one more forever thing. Instead of hurt I hope someday it makes me smile.
Possibly...but that will depend upon you. Grief morphs into sadness and wistfulness over time, but eventually you will be able to think of your husband and smile--I just can't tell you when that will happen. Hugs in the meantime, as you work through your grief.
At seven years though it has not gotten softer or easier for me at all...I still love to cook and married to an Italian I mastered a lot of recipes to please him- some of those I still make and I no longer cry remembering his pleasure in eating them...instead I recall precious memories as I cook and talk to him laughingly wondering if souls in heaven require nourishment- lol of course they do not but these private times do become sweeter with time so know that your memories will solidify and find a resting place deep in your heart and that will support and lessen your grief. Every day dozens of things bring him and the memory of him to mind...but as time passes I find many loved ones who have died return to me in things and places and thoughts because we shared love....I miss them all but ever so grateful they were in my life at one time. Reminds me to be kind as there are people who still need our love. Sometimes strangers we briefly acknowledge are blessed by a smile or a greeting. Life is good- even when grieving. You will weather this fresh grief as many have done before you. Let it take it's course and give it time. We understand-do share if it helps you lessen the overwhelming pain you experience. Buy something small neither he nor you ever bought before- there is still newness in life waiting for you to show you the way forward as you grieve.
Thank you. Such a beautiful and kind post
You are welcome. It's only words but behind them, like so many others who post is compassion because (I) /we have all been at your stage of grieving and know how deeply it hurts. laurajay
A couple of times in the first few months, I came out of the supermarket and headed for the passenger side of the car. Tears ensued.
Now when I make something good to eat, I hear Frank's words, "Good fare." I talk to him sometimes when I am cooking, baking or eating.
My husband and I were married just shy of 50 years. Six years ago he passed. Even tho I am in another relationship since then, I still "talk" myself through some recipes that I've used for years. "Forget putting in the mushrooms because he did not like mushrooms" or "Add extra garlic (or black olives) for him". Funny how our memories work, even with a new partner and in a different house and city.