My daughter recently got a house but it was in a bad state and we have now been working on it for nearly 4 weeks to get it fit to move into. During that time we have been using many of the tools my husband collected over the 40 of his adult life. He has beenin our thoughts even more that usual and sometimes we have cursed him for not beeing there to give advise, and others we have felt very strongly that he was there (but he still wasn't giving advise) He looked on and commended us for the effort we were putting, sometimes disapproved, because he would not have done it that way, but always as a friendly, loving presence. I am luckier than many, the pain has gone for me, not that I don't miss him, I do and I am sure I always will, but I have moved in another direction now and there is no going back.
Life is now more eventful than ever before. This is not always good, but the bad passes. I just keep trying to look forward.