Count me in as another member of the morning coffee club. He would bring me my morning cup so that I could wake up a little before having to get up and get ready for work. He knew my work days were rough, so he gave me a gentle start to the day. I miss his foot rubs, too. It would always make me feel so pampered. I miss his enthusiasm for the interests we shared - like beautiful craftsmanship - we'd be somewhere and stumble across some object that was really well-made by hand and we'd just look at each other and go "Wow!" together. I miss the way he could get our boys to laugh - they don't laugh easily or much as they are autistic - but he usually could. I can't do it as well as he could. I miss not having to explain things - after 30 years together he just knew.

i miss his kisses... he loves to steal a kiss from me when i am not looking. he would come from behind and give me a kiss on the cheek. miss his hugs as well. he gives me the longest hugs . i miss all of him... even the petty fights i miss that as well.

I miss his voice. I loved it. I also miss the way he smelled. I miss the way he kissed me and how he always grabbed my hand to hold. I just miss my Scott

I miss her presence in the house. Not a word had to be said but the love and companionship was always there. Gerald

Oh wow, it is so very true -- the 'life' we knew with our life-mates. I knew I would face mourning the passing of my husband but I failed to understand that I would have to mourn the loss of me, as I was in life then, also.

It has been as if both my legs were amputated and I was faced with having to learn how to 'walk' again. Just beyond any nightmare I would have ever imagined. I know some of that is from my coping with a severe disability that limits my choices in what I can do in life but I think many of us experience this process of healing and it is so much more difficult than we could have ever imagined it being.

Gentle ((hugs)) shared with you.

Well said Patricia, we mourn ourselves, too, as it changes us.

Love and Hugs,
Martha

Icezam, your statement nailed it..."I ask am homesick for us," too.

Be well,
Jackie

I miss the fact he could finish a thought in my head with me saying anything. I miss the way he was such a great dad and wonderful pawpaw. I even miss the way he would always fuss with my dog(yorkie) Elvis. I miss him taking the remote and changing the channel between commercials. Just so much more I miss. God Bless Susan

As azarvq12 stated, it isn't the tv that vanished from my daily existence, it was the music. I posted here on June 1st, it was the first day I had ever listened to music even though we both listened to and loved music, listened to it to and from work and in between with Pandora. When my husband died I found I could no longer trust that a word or phrase in a song wouldn't "creep" up and I would be crying my eyes out. It will come about, be patient.

I miss our rides to down a dirt back road.
The sound of the tires on the gravel and the music low in the back round. We would just drive and watch nature as it closed in around the car as we drove..It was so nice to find spots for a wrapped around porch house. We day dreamed about being old together.

Where do I start? All of your comments could be me talking. Every thing is so different now. My daily routine.
No longer enjoying our coffee together and talking about our plans for the day. Him being there when I come home each day with a welcome hug and how was your day? That is one of the most painful things for me still. Coming in to the empty house. I still imagine him here for just a minute. We met when I was 16 years old & he knew me and our history. We kind of grew up together. No need to explain things . We knew each other. No one else knows me like he did & never will again.
On week-ends we loved to take a drive just anywhere. Listening to music and singing along with the radio. He had a good voice. Stop for breakfast. Just drive and have talks. I feel like part of me is gone. It's an empty feeling.
I just miss him and would give anything to have him back again. I would not take our life for granted again....

This past weekend I had a meltdown and I was questioned God. (again) Why do we have such feelings of regret and loss now after they are gone. We can do nothing about it. We can't change anything. We can't tell them how much we miss them We can't fix anything. The feelings are so strong. What is the purpose to have those feelings now?

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I miss having him in the den when I would get home from work. Still say 'Hey babe,I'm home' each day as I walk in --and miss the smile he would always give me as soon as he saw me. So glad we said I love you, many times each day--and sorely miss all the little things he did each day--as we were 'a team'. Could not even have a cup of coffee for weeks as he would always say 'how about a cup of coffee? and you come sit with me for a bit'...so we could just be close and enjoy the conversation and time together. Loved going out to breakfast on the weekend, and all our sunsets from our boat and wherever we were. MaryAnn

I miss so much that I cant even begin to type. But what I miss the most, is how happy I used to be. I will never ever ever be the same. I miss me while being with him.

Thank you so very much to everyone for sharing your wonderful memories of your love ones. Our love ones are so special and an important part of us. I too missed the whole person, his voice, his kiss, his humor and his love for the family. I was cleaning out our home office and looking at his old documents from his elementary school days, one of my grandson looked like him, just brought tears to my eyes. Can't understand how a vibrant person just died alone overseas within hours.

There are so many little things that I miss: yes, the coffee in the morning, sitting to talk about anything and everything, the going fishing, the rides down the back roads, the boat rides, the watching the eagles, on and on...I guess the biggest one is hearing him tell me first thing every morning (as I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom) "gawd you're beautiful, how'd I ever get so lucky to get you, I finally done something right" and the last thing at night, was to listen to his big old heart beating....I miss the little things, holding hands, the hugs and kisses, I guess I miss everything about us.....