Intellectually, I know he's gone for good, yet emotionally it feels as if he's just on a business trip and will be home soon. But it's been only two weeks. I think I'm still in denial.
I thought I might want to move out because there would be so many memories triggered by staying in the house we shared for decades. That does happen, but so far I've managed to shut them down and I have had no urge to flee. Yes, the emptiness that is left after he died is very depressing and the loneliness is sometimes unbearable. He was larger than life and without his presence, the house feels like an empty theatre after the leading man has left the stage forever.