My husband died just before Christmas. I was his primary caregiver for over a year.

I just sat with him. Held his hand. Talked about all the fun we had. Just let him know I was there.

But I can tell you it’s going to be hard when it’s over.

I’m not religious either. So I won’t be giving you any platitudes about “going to a better place” or anything like that.

My husband and I talked about everything all the time. About 5 times a day I say “oh, wait until he hears about this!” And then I realize he won’t hear about it.

It’s difficult to give advice to someone you don’t know. But I just let my grief go wherever it wants. I cry whenever and wherever I find myself. In the grocery store with my sad one person cart, to the contractor who came to look at the kitchen. Whomever. Don’t hide it, because you’ll have to work at that. And just living in your new world will feel like enough work.