A new stage indeed, Sylvia. One which will take time to come to terms with.
I found the first year it was difficult to adapt. For ten years my life has revolved round caring for John, and there were huge gaps in my life. Not only had I lost John, I had lost my caring role, and even my social life, as for three years I had been so much involved with the caring team at the home.
Then there are all the 'firsts', when all you can do is cry.
You'll have to be good to yourself just now, and don't force yourself to do things that are too hard. Allow your mind and emotions time to adjust.
After the first year, things were a bit better for me, because I'd already been through the worst.
My friends now can't believe the change in me. I was already John's carer when we moved to Dumfries, so they only knew me as sad, lonely, stressed, overweight - you know the scenario.
Now, I'm positive, lively, the weight has dropped off without even trying, and I've taken on new responsibilities. And there's the added bonus of empathy and compassion, something we've all developed. Friends say I'm a different person. I know I'm the person I used to be.
Of course I still miss John, and there are still bad days, but I have so much love for him, ha's a constant in my heart.
This is supposed to be reassuring Sylvia. It won't happen all at once, and it can't be forced, but it does happen. Just give yourself time.
Well done for going to say farewell to Dhiren. You're right, you have to make sure there are no regrets. I'm sure you'll find him sleeping peacefully, and you'll come home comforted. I hope so, anyway. I went to see John as soon as he was ready, and again the evening before the funeral. John's sons didn't want to go, it's very much a personal decision.
I'll be with you in spirit on Monday.