Mornings are the hardest time for me. Since his passing I also find myself taking a long time to get out of bed, sometimes two hours. Some of me believes its because I see him in my dreams ( I do alot), other parts of me think its because I see his part of the bed and its empty, no one or nothing in it (the dog won't come up). I've read several places that mornings are hardest for widows/widowers/partners left behind, it certainly is for me.

For about the first 2 months, my first thoughts when I woke up were of him in the hospital replaying the 36 hours between his heart attack and the end. It was like my brain was trying to believe it was true. I saw it with my own eyes. It was awful. Had it not been for work, I don't know how long I would have stayed in bed. Oddly enough, my strongest thoughts in the mornings were of the end but also of the early days when we met and started dating. The beginning and the end.

the good news, though, is that I rarely have those same thoughts anymore. I still wake up thinking about him most mornings (of course the pictures I have of him around my bedroom certainly contribute to that), but my thoughts are of happier memories, or imagined current scenarios, and tend not to include those last hours in the hospital.

Kate

Oh, yes, every morning is hard for me. Sometimes I dream of my husband, and sometimes it's just a dream that I am back in my normal life and then wake up to reality. It seems to have gotten a little worse for me over time. I'm sorry you are experiencing this. It does make it so hard to start your day.
Hugs,
Linda

Before my husband retired he worked overnight. He would come home, make coffee and we would share this special time before I went to work. It made mornings especially hard for me. I began getting up, fixing my coffee and sitting with a pad writing to him about my feelings and sharing thoughts. As time passed I included letters to God, asking why. I have 2 full pads stored away. It was very helpful to me to be able to continue spending that time with him. It also helped me focus on what had happened and gain a better sense of getting through another difficult day. Sharon

Yes, I had the bad dreams a lot. Made me get up very early. I still get them occasionally when I am under stress. I just had one last night. I dreamed that I was being accused of murdering J.r. The good thing is now I bounce back much quicker, and the dreams happen with a lot loss frequency.

Hugs,
Va;

Mornings are rough because I don't like getting up. Because I never did and Rob made me do it. Get up and mom and do all the school stuff. He was my cheerleader as I rushed thought it all. Now its all on me and we suck at it. We are late a lot.

I realized early on that I wasn't going to be able to sleep alone. Fortunately, a cousin had given my daughter a 5 foot tall stuffed moose. So we put Rob's darth vader t-shirt on him and named him Moose Vader. We also sprayed him with Rob's body spray so he smells like him too. Moose Vader sleeps in Rob's spot and probably will for a very long time.

Yes mornings are very hard for me too. My husband left early in the morning most days ( 3:30- 4am) so I got up to see him on his way. He would call me a few minutes before my alarm would go off at 6am and tell me good morning. we would talk about his day and mine sometimes too. He would remind me to grab a coffee and tell me he loved me and to have a good day. I still wake up and those early hours and sometimes get up to go through the motions. Its all I can do. I miss being needed

hmm, I am the opposite. Once it is dark at night, I can't wait to get to sleep to end the lonely day and be done with it and the bed is so cold, I just want to get to sleep and be done. But in the morning the sun is shining, the birds are singing, it is a new day and new hope to move on. I look up to the clouds/rays of sunshine and ask God to give my honey a hug up there to let him feel I'm loving him still.

I am the opposite also. I fall asleep really fast, don't dream at all. As soon as my eyes open, I'm up and moving.

I also have a hard time getting out of bed. I start each morning in prayer and then end with "Lord, whose life can I touch today?"

Al and I used to get up, he would turn on the news, I'd make coffee and breakfast, we'd talk about our day.

Now I exercise with a friend at 8:30 3x a week so that helps. And, of course, time helps.

Linda

This is the worst part from day one. I cannot even put into words what the feeling was that first morning I woke up without Lyn with me. That first realization that she had gone. I have never hurt that badly in my life. No one was with me. I woke up alone in our home without her. When I became conscious right at the moment of coming around and it hit me she was gone. I literally wanted to die right then. I did not want to wake up. I actually wrote a suicide letter. I sat starring at the wall for I don't know how long and the phone rang. Don't remember who it was. I called my uncle I had lost touch with and his wife had passed four years earlier.

He could hear it in my voice and kept me on the phone. He told me his story and he actually had a plan how he was going to go out. Without getting into details he said that God intervened thru someone he knew. After talking for awhile he got me thru most of the morning. Then my step daughter called. We started making funeral arrangements. I knew I still had work to do. But still over the next few days I wrote and rewrote several letters to my daughter what to do with the dogs and property. Then I thought about Linda and our faith. And I wanted to see her again but slowly came to the realization that I would have to wait until my race is over.

But that first morning and several after that I just can't describe that level of pain and grief in words. That was in August 2015.Right now there is emptiness but I am slowly learning how to adjust to her not being there when I wake up. STILL HURTS!!!!
Take care.
Peace, Tim

my husband died in bed with me just before dawn. I knew he would not be revived, although I called paramedics.
So every morning for a LONG time I relived that shocking realization.
SO Many times I woke up from dreaming that he had not really died, I'd just had a bad dream but he was still alive here with me! THEN real awakening: No, I just dreamt he was still alive, but really he had died. He was gone. I hated waking up. the deceit of my own dreams was torment..

Lot of people I know say nites.for me it's mornings, I wake up and I don't want to start the day without him . I would rather sleep and not think of this nitemare I am in

When my husband first passed away, my brain, would literally not allow me to remember, what he looked like, sounded like etc... it was very traumatic finding my husband crushed, and passed away. Then as time went on Ive had a total of 3 dreams, very vivid dreams of seeing him, or talking to him. As time goes on, Im hoping you get that peace with your husband in a dream. Much love and hugs carla

It depends on how I sleep...some mornings I want to stay in bed because I am dreaming and it's nice, but other times I wake up at 3:30 or 4:00 am and just get up because I'm not tired and don't want to lie in bed for hours. No pattern to this and I can't pinpoint sleep meds vs no sleep meds or eating before bed vs not eating before bed...etc. I can't say mornings are worse than evenings, because most of the time Dan and i spent our evenings together watching the news and enjoying each others company with dinner. (That has been the hardest for me).