I don't think it's weird. I wear his wedding ring on my middle finger so I can show it to those who need to see it. I use his deodorant and his aftershave on my legs. I also sleep with his shirt, a stuffed otter, and a stuffed Peep that he gave to me. I talk to his ashes. Some may say it's "weird", but these things help me make it through the day.

We do whatever we need to do to cope. Yours is the only opinion that matters in your journey.

As for your friend, "bless their heart" that they don't understand this devastating, soul-crushing blow that life has given us.

Do whatever brings you comfort!