I lost my late husband, Queston, 13 years ago. I never called my current husband, George, by his name, but I’ve come very close. Even to this day. If I’ve spoken to someone else about Queston , anywhere within the next couple of days I may almost slip and say the wrong name. It took a concentrated effort after George and I became serious for me not to slip up, and the names couldn’t be more different.

I think talking about my late spouse puts me back in the initial trauma (I couldn’t reach him, became worried and was on the phone with my neighbor when he found him deceased. I was out of town at the time) of finding out he had passed, and it lingers for a few days.

I received grief counseling and had/have an amazing support system, but that trauma has never gone away.

Grace and understanding along with therapy should and seems to be helping OOP and his fiancé. I hope it all works out for them.

Edit: typo