After Mark died, I rearranged my bedroom, bought a small desk, and hung pictures that are special to me. Making the space MINE instead of OURS.

So, congratulations on taking this step. I hope it will be pleasing and soothing for you.

Mary

My husband also died in our bedroom. I put new pictures up and got a new headboard. It looks different than when he was alive.

It helped to make those changes, I want to redo the living now.

Diane

I to bought new livingrm furniture and fridge and stove last christmas a year after my wife passed. Truthfully I cheated a bit. I bought stuff I knew she would like also. It still represented the start of something new. Wishing you only the best as you take steps to move forward. Gerald

My husband died in a hospital bed in our living room. One of the first things I did was make new drapes to change the look of that room somewhat.
I have changed some of the furniture and the bed linens in our bedroom .
Another thing I did was remove the glass shower door in the bathroom attached to the bedroom and replace it with a curtain. I always hated it but my husband had liked it.

Good for you! I havent changed anything since my wife passed in March of 2013, but I brought home two gallons of paint today to repaint my bedroom. I need to change things up a little and see how it goes.
Russ

I changed our bedroom too. Don died there in his hospital bed and the image of him there was horrible for me. I slept in the living room for a while, but the changes were necessary for me. It wasn't about moving forward at that time for me. It was about being able to sleep. Sharon

I did a bedroom reno, too. Recently got a new mattress set, found a cool bedspread at a street fair. It's a way of moving on I guess.

I redid my bedroom too after Don died. Took out his chest of drawers and got new curtains and end tables. His office-where he died in a hopital bed is still empty. Storage room for my quilting stuff for now.

We're not there yet, but we're better today than we were yesterday.
Baby steps. .Prayers for all of us.

I made changes in our bedroom, and got new furniture and dcor for our den after Frank died. I don't mind sleeping in the room where he breathed his last, but could not bear looking at his empty chair in the den all day every day. Those changes helped a lot, and I'm sure they help all who take that path. My best to "praised" and all of you who posted on this thread.
Doye

I redid my room a couple of months after he died. About two months ago, I bought a new bedspread. That was the final step. The old one didn't bother me but it got old. I think deep down, purchasing the new bedspread which was completely to my liking gave me a feeling of strength and individuality. He died in my bed but I got a new bed, carpet, pictures, curtains, ceiling fan and lighting, etc. it's very calming in my room now.

I also changed my bedroom. I painted the room a nice pale yellow, bought a new queen size bed ( we had a king), new bed linens, moved the bed to a different wall and decorated with new pictures.
It did me a world of good....not only the end result but the therapy of
actually doing something creative. After that, I changed the living room furniture around. My last project was the basement. I organized everything and stored them in bins that are labeled. Next project will be going through about a zillion pictures and organizing them! ( wish me luck)
Anyway.......I really believe that changing things (even the smallest thing) is GREAT therapy.
Keep up the good work, everyone......

I am at 10 months now and still haven't been able to change a thing. I will paint the walls next month, change some of the pictures and add some portraits of the friends I have made this year and moments we have spent together. Is indeed very painful to change anything voluntarily because it almost feels like a conscious decision to move on.

I finally painted my bedroom, still was hard even after a year, as it means I'm trying to move on. Overall it was going well until I found a photo collage with photos of us both young and happy. It hit me hard and set me back for a bit. The next day I was finishing it up and I found a Mothers Day card behind the dresser where my daughter had told her Mom how important she was to her and that she didn't know what she would do without her. Hit me again. It doesn't take much to knock you back again.
Russ

And update: After the installation of the hardwood floors were done, he went on to install ceramic tile in the bathroom. When he pull up the old the floor underneath was rotten. I really had to get these done first. So hopefully the plumber is next. Along with this I am putting together a photo album from before we got married until the present. I am journaling in it also with thoughts during our early years to the present. They say if you don't put words with the pictures, as times goes by, your memories will fade.