I've had dreams of my husband who died in Vietnam holding me, and we talked Just could not remember what we said

And another time being held but woke up with no remembrance of who it was

I so miss the hugs/kisses/hand holding that we did on a daily basis..
He was such a romantic loving husband. it's hard to imagine not ever being able to have that again with Larry. I try not to think about it or it makes me sad and depressed ...

I know what you mean. I have had those thoughts too. I have even noticed men I work with that look like my husband. I miss everything. The hand holding, the person next to me in bed who ate crackers and left crumbs, The strong man who worked hard and loved car rides and music. I miss his touch and his voice so much. I pray every night that he comes to me in my dreams (when I actually sleep) I hurt physically I miss him so much. I see others with their husbands and I am envious. I want it back so badly. All we can hope for is that they come to us and give us a sense of peace

I miss the hugs/kisses/hand holding as well...

I actually woke myself up a couple nights ago, made myself cry...My wife and I often slept back to back, but I would always have my left hand on her back or leg...reached out the other night too do that...

thus the "woke myself and made me cry" part when all i touched was air..

My favorite hug memory that I miss, is when I was in the kitchen and standing by the counter or sink, usually cooking, he would come and hug me from behind and just hold me!! I loved that hug! I felt so secure in his arms!

Ben and I were natural huggers....Since the day we met.....In Montreal, Quebec....in a a Huge Winters Blizzard,. He practically
Run over me, as I was trying to cross the Snow packed street.
Yes,!!he flew out of his car, shouting, "are you ok." As soon as I said "yes, I'm ok". He gave me a huge hug..... we were married 2 years later .....What a Wonderful man I was Blessed with!!!
We all have sweet memories, when we can see through the grief...
Hugs....Sandra

I so miss those hugs too! Just being held. I haven't dreamed about my husband either. It was bothering me - good to know I'm not alone, but I wonder why.

I so miss the hugs and snuggling. It didn't matter if I was up late working and my husband had fallen sound asleep, as soon as I climbed into bed, he draped one arm and one leg over me. If at some point after I fell asleep, I moved even slightly away from him, I would feel his arm move around my torso and he would pull me back against him. So, now, I just don't sleep.

Because of issues in my past (before I ever met Shane), I have always been uncomfortable with anyone but him or my kids touching me... so if I were to dream of someone other than one of them doing it, it would likely send me bolt upright in bed, so I am not a reliable gauge for this issue... I do think that you are likely seeking that comfort though.

Totally understand the dream thing. I finally had a dream where he kissed me. I knew it was him and I remember asking him how long do we get? Then I woke up. It gave me peace for a day. I think we miss the human connection but we are not ready for actual intimacy yet. Drams is where I feel safe. I hope your husband comes to. I have every day fords my to visit me in my dreams, and it took almost three months.

Oh I miss the hugs, kisses and the physical touch of Art. I had 2 dreams him. I woke up with such a peaceful feeling. Yes, I get what you are saying. I hope you have a dream about your husband!!! Sue

Hi. I'm Steve and 6.5 yrs out from my long time male life partner passing. We were together 31 yrs since high school. I relate so much to most of the posts. Mike and I had grown very close over the years, so physically close, always holding hands, cuddling watching tv, so entwined in each other's arms when sleeping, lots of kisses and affection throughout the night while we slept. When he passed there were so many unexpected horrors in grief, waking without him next to me, dreaming about him and waking to remember he is gone, I missed so much the hugs and affection and still do. I went through a very difficult phase where for a second, I would forget he was gone, and for a brief second look for him, to realize, oh yea, he's gone! I remember the most painful was when I was at the airport waiting for a work client to come in on a flight, standing there watching all the joyous reunions of families and lovers as various flights came in, just broken hearted, wanting to burst into tears, (Mike had travelled throuout his career many times and I always insisted on picking him up and taking him to airport verses a car service) as I stood there, I glanced over at the baggage area, 100s of people standing and collecting their bags, and there was Mike, standing at a carousel, his back to me, and I thought for a second, how the heck did he miss me standing there when he walked by? I started over to him, my heart racing, so happy to see him, and then a second later realized, Mike was gone, I was waiting for a work client, and Mike wasn't coming home anymore. Mike was 6'8 and auburn hair, so he really stood out in a crowd, and this stranger looked so much like Mike from behind. Oh my goodness, the shock and awe I felt at that moment, just took my breath away. In a building with 100s of people, I felt so alone, so broken, just wanted to crawl into bed and cry, but had to put on happy face for client that came in. Thank goodness my brain and memory haven't played that trick on me since, but I still miss him and our closeness so much.

I'm still wishing I could have more dreams about my wife. It's been a while now. I haven't had any dreams about other women. My daughter would hug me whenever I looked like I needed it. But now she's moved back to college.

It is probably too soon for me to "go there", to face missing him in the physical ways. I'm afraid to.
I am grateful being able to touch my dogs, for now. especially evenings.... If not for them, I would have lost my mind the first weeks.
seems like we all have a million steps to approach.
My brother came to visit for a week and for some reason I imagined more physical comfort in his presence, but there wasn't. Just having his company was nice.

I was very lucky in that I had a man who adored me. He hugged and held me and when we walked together we were always holding hands.

I know how lucky I was to have that for a very long time but it only magnifies how much I miss him!

Is it better to have had a great love and lost it or to have NEVER loved at all?

Roz

LMJ90 - I have the same feelings. Al passed away 11/9/14 and I seemed to be progressing through the grief but lately I have been finding myself crying out of the blue -- when I go to bed, when I sit alone watching TV and today when I was driving back from exercising. The tears just come. Why? Am I going backward instead of forward?