I feel the same way about Sundays. I slept in and am lying on the couch. I am going to the library this afternoon but getting a coffee and muffin first. It's strange but a beautiful red cardinal was on a branch outside my balcony and flew from branch to branch and left. I think of Mike as he loved all the birds that visited the yard. Your cardinal may be a visitation by your husband. I hope that the cardinal cheers you up. ((Gentle hugs))

I can relate. Sunday was a hard day for the same reasons. We were together forty years. When the children were growing up, it was family day. We would pack a lunch and take them to the beach or another place of entertainment. We always stopped for ice cream on the way home. After they were on their own, we would still make it a beach day or go to a, movie, or walk in the park, have dinner out and just enjoy being together. When Bob passed away I too was lost without him. As I met other widows in the bereavement group we would get together after church, have lunch, then visit the cemetery, go to a movie, shop, and somehow find ways to pass the day. We always got around to talking about our loss. it seemed to happen naturally.
You will eventually know what it will take to help you through the weekend.
I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Love and Hugs, Dolores

Thank you

I lost My Linda my love a month ago. Every day is difficult without her now. We spent almost all my days off together. We were Chuck and Linda for so many years.

Thank all, I just wanted to share this with those that know the pain and hurt I'm feeling.
Chuck

I had a similar day yesterday. Realizing that I also lost my best friend. We would just hang out together and watch church on tv, then maybe head downtown to listen to some live music and have a beer outside on the deck on Lake Ontario. I could hear the music from my house and I cried and cried. Since my Bob passed away, I started smoking cigarettes for the first time in 30 years and it was hard not to yesterday. I decided he would be very disappointed in me and I just can't start that habit again. (besides on my widow's pension I can't afford it) I have also had a few signs from him that were very uplifting at the time, but I just MISS his physical presence so much that I am lost 24/7 - but especially on Sundays.

I agree with you about Sundays and for the same reason. They were absolutely the loneliest day. With Rick gone, I never knew who to sit with at church, so I felt out of place. Sunday lunch had always been spaghetti. We would come home from church and I would make the spaghetti. Then we would sit and cuddle and watch an old Charlie Chan or a Sherlock Holmes movie while the kids did the dishes. The kids spent so much time trying to get the other guy to do the dishes that it took hours instead of minutes for them to get done. It was really amusing and it gave us the whole movie to just hang out together.

After he died, there was no one to watch the movie with and the kids arguments were sharp and irritating instead of amusing. I had to change the whole routine of our Sundays to change the feeling of the day. It took me a long time to get to the point where I was willing to structure things without him. I guess I was trying to hold on to him, but I found that when I did things that Rick had never been a part of, it seemed to help the tension in my home and even in my heart.

I hope you will soon find your way to navigate the times that had been special to you and your husband. I am praying that for you.

Sunday had been the day we got to spend together, so it was hard for me, too. My sister stepped in and dragged me out every Sunday. I think she was worried that I would cave in on myself if I sat around at home. She would take me to the malls and we'd hit the clearance racks. About 6 months after Cliff's death, I came out of the fog and discovered I had an entirely new wardrobe that I had no memory of buying. Seriously! I love my sister for what she did for me, but that was a little unnerving....

We all find different ways of coping. Usually a very different routine is what is called for. I found anytime I tried to just do what "we" had always done that it just highlighted Cliff's absence. For example, sitting at the dinner table. We always sat 2 and 2 on opposite sides, each with a son next to us. My sons and I tried that and none of us could eat. We just stared at "Dad's chair." Then one evening I moved to the end of the table instead, with a son at each hand, and then we were fine. Sometimes small changes make a big difference.

I hope you find what helps you on your Sundays.

Love and Hugs,
Martha

Sunday has got to be the worst! I lost my wife of 26 years only 2 months ago.
The road to recovery isn't even paved. Sunday was never my favorite day of the week with church then having to prepare for work on Monday. but suddenly I realized Just how much love and compassion was shared between me and my beautiful wife on Sundays... I only feel a BIG void and Sunday is by far the worst day of the week for me too. Last Sunday However wasn't as bad. I stayed extremity busy...busy enough to wear down and numb my feelings so that I did not have time to morn. I want to mourn on my own terms,,,and if mourning on Sundays is the worst, I want to do everything I can to mourn on any other day BUT Sunday. God Bless You, I will keep you in my prayers.....On Sunday none the less.= NVCOWBOY

You're right about that NVcowboy!! The road is unpaved! Full of potholes! Its a rough journey. Unchartered territory.
Sundays .....the weekends in general are incredibly difficult. That was always our special time. The weekends are very empty.

Agreed, Sunday is so hard. Church is full of couples. After church everyone is going to someone’s house or usually out to eat. I don’t feel as though I fit in anymore, I get tired of being the spare when I am with old friends. A group of just widows can be depressing, we are all trying to not talk about our losses. I do think Sunday’s bring to us a realization of what we had, what we are missing. It has been over 2 and a half years since Den passed after 46 years together. I thought I would be better about Sunday by now.