Who would play Scrabble with me?
These photos of David and me were taken in 2010 in our home.
One thing I learned about being separated from my husband for only three nights is that I missed cooking for him. I found myself eating sandwiches instead of a full meal. There was absolutely no incentive to bake a casserole, for instance. I think that if I become a widow, I will have to invite guests to my table on a regular basis.
I would not have a roommate, though. That would definitely mean trouble, unless he/she is perfectly compatible with me.
Sex? I don’t need it.
Conversation? I can always pick up the phone.
Companionship? I would not mind a date now and then.
During his absence, I received many phone calls from David. It was very funny to hear him talk to me about his activities at any given moment. He needed to keep me apprised of every little thing that was going on.
You must realize that he and I have been together virtually non-stop since June 1980 when we married. There has been no one else.
It will be very strange when one of us dies and is gone for good. No more phone calls, no email, nothing from each other. Nada.
As a widow, I would feel very lonely. How do other women cope with loss?