Having managed to clear the house without too much upset my husband's garage has emotionally floored me. The unfinished woodwork projects, his tools and car bits and pieces all provoke the memories I thought might be dormant - as did the five empty gin bottles! Now the tears are well and truly flowing - will they ever stop? Also find that now most of the paperwork is out of the way and life begins to resume some kind of pattern once more I find it harder than ever to remain positive about the future. I miss him so very much for so many reasons not least that he always checked my tyre pressures!