I know so exactly what you mean. Something as simple as this light fixture I have outside. My husband took it down when the house was painted, it wasn't a normal electrical hook up for what ever reason I don't know but he does. I had a guy out fixing things and he was going to put up a new fixture for me but we couldn't find the switch to turn off the power to it. I so want to ask him what's the deal because he knows.

I forgot to mention that yesterday was 3 months since Chuck passed on. No wonder it was an emotional day for me.

Yeah, I've had a recent moment like that. Took my husband's truck in for an oil change and tire rotation. I had no clue before that he had lockings lug nuts. At times like that, I ask him for his help. I swear, it seems as if whatever it is I need pops up, even when I don't know what it looks like.

I've had lots of moments like this. It used to happen to me all the time at first. Now that the fact that he's not here has become much more real, I've gone from thinking "I'll ask him" to "I wish I could ask him". I hate having to learn about the car and house maintenance, not because I can't do it, but because it means accepting the fact that my husband will never take care of these things any more...

I sold our RV this spring it was a very emotional thing for me to let it go another part of OUR life gone but i knew i wouldn't use it alone. Broke my heart to see my wifes big baby going down the road for the last time. Hope things are better for you and everthing works out

I had a moment like that on MOnday night. It may have contributed to my sad and bad day today.

We had a storm Monday night with winds over 65 mph. It knocked over the gas grill! And it pretty well smashed it and tore it up. This is a big grill we had for years. I tried putting it back together and could not. I think it's beyond repair. But, I KNEW if Frank were here he could fix it.

Only he's not here.

I used to call Barry to vent about work during the day. I sometimes pick up the phone then put it down and think he shouldn't be gone. I get upset and start to cry. Venting to other people is not the same as him listening to me

I've had so many of these moments. The brand new central A/C that he had installed last fall didn"t work. And I needed to find the warranty with the telephone number of the installer. The basement lights suddenly wouldn't come on one day.
I needed to find his important papers. His will. His bank statements. On these occassions, I went to the cemetery and begged him to help me. And, somehow, he did.
You are going to swear I'm lying but yesterday, his birthday, I was standing in the kitchen and I found myself wondering since when did one of the cabinet doors stick out farther than the rest? I don't know why, but I put my hand against it. And as I pulled my hand away, the whole cabinet started to come off the wall.
Luckily my son was home, and his bio dad was here (we were on our way to the cemetery) as I couldn't hold the cabinet and get the power drill at the same time. We got the cabinet down, and bio dad reinstalled it. I cried the whole time because I normally would have called on my husband, and we'd have fixed it together.
I also get the "I gotta tell my Baby this!..." moments, when I see something that would pique his interest. More than once, I actually went for the cellphone, only to break down in tears.

Oh boy, can I relate to this post! I feel so alone too. And my knight in shining armor (he really was and still is) is not here to ask anymore.

I know what you mean... He had the green thumb, not me. I am killing everything! The main one I am worried about is Julius (it even has a name) which he's had for about 30 years.

Oh my...I really feel your pain. It is the same pain i feel every time something needs looked at and Paul is not around. The same pain I feel at night when I am all alone and need Paul to put his arms around me and give me a kiss..The same pain i feel when i see couples together and the happiness they show each other. The pain that i've had in my heart since 7/7/07 when he took his last breath . I miss him like you miss your husband and we both know that is the worst feeling in the world...Thanks to friends on DS we do have someone to talk to who understands...Hugs, Carla from Illinois

My wife just passed Saturday, and I spent yesterday getting caught up with the house cleaning and started looking through some of her things and realized I can't ask her which ring was her mothers and where she got those earrings, etc. I'm realizing there was a *lot* of stuff I didn't pay enough attention to when she was here, and that hurts now. This is how family history gets lost.

And, again, I needed to ask my wife where she placed something and can't. I worked on her photos some more. I'm going to need a lot of help with those. And to ask what she wants done with her things? Can't.

Thank you for your posting and to those who put up responses. There must be a tiny part of my brain that still doesn't know Arlene has died. I say that because of the nanoseconds when I think, "I'll have to remember to tell Arlene about that," "Arlene would like to have this" or "I'll have to ask Arlene about (whatever)." The reality comes back immediately and it usually triggers an emotional response. It happened at a store this week when I spotted a new book by one of Arlene's favorite authors and I almost reached for it intending to bring it home as a small gift.

So, the good news: the first thing I needed to ask her about, I finally found. The bad news, I'm on to the next thing I can't figure out, and this one is financial. At least it's not a crisis, but stil needs to be resolved somehow.