My husband died suddenly in August. He was 52.

[Colorado Liberal]

78. This is so surreal

I've been doing projects to the house (what I've described as my family as "reinventing the house" ) - replaced furniture, replaced the carpeting, moved furniture around in rooms - all to make the house throw fewer memories at me day in and day out (my wife took her last breath in the house). I've thought so many of the same things: that it gives my brain something else to focus on, that the changes were due anyway...

All I can offer is my deepest sympathies, and the knowledge that you're not the only one who is processing things this way.