Sorry, this a bit long.
I cook at least once a week. There were six fat chorizo sausages in the freezer. I managed to split them into three and cooked three for myself, with frozen chips from the freezer and supermarket bought potato salad and coleslaw. One sausage was left over to eat the next day. There are also normal beef sausages and I've had a meal from them and there are more. Also frozen is a bolognaise sauce Ray made. Half of it would probably do for one meal. Can I saw the frozen into half with the electric knife? I'm sure I can boil up some pasta. Is there any parmesan cheese in the freezer? I am sure there would be and I know there is some bought garlic bread.
A couple of personal observations. It is just over 2 months since suddenly Ray died. He was the most wonderful person, but he struggled with life, and I was not his idea of a perfect partner in our latter years. We still had fun and did things and seemed like a perfect couple, but I learnt to be quite guarded about the way I expressed myself. He would read things into what I said that were not there. My arthritis is much better since he has died. That could be because I now go out each day when I feel physically comfortable to do so. Except it is not so different from when we used to out together. I am also drinking less alcohol.
I've looked at professional grief counselling, but I can't see it working for me. Acupuncture and hypnotherapy never worked for me, and I have plenty of people to talk to about Ray's sudden death. Just when I thought the final condolences happened last week, the barista at where we/I bought/ coffee offered them this week. I don't know how he knew. My standard reply is, 'I have my moments but I am doing ok, thanks'. Depending on the person, I might add, 'Forty five years is a long time together'.
I am doing things now on my own that we both used to do and I do really miss Ray, tearing up. I hate how he was cheated out of his future, but I am so glad he did not know he was dying as he was unconscious. He never had the chance to worry about how I would survive, what would happen to his personal possessions. I've yet to really attack that. There is no rush.
I think all the paperwork has been done related to his death. (It's not, as per an email) I am not changing the names on any bills, or anything. I will lose his pensioner concession discount on so many things. Come October, I will be entitled to them myself anyway. (Now an email from our power company, Raymond's post code no longer matches his address. Electricity pensioner concession pricing is withdrawn)
I've decided I won't send birthday and Christmas cards anymore. Well, Ray did that, and moaned about doing so. The exception is the greats who are young. We were sending $50 in each card, but now I am a poor old widower, I no longer have the funds. Ray is looking down on me and telling me to not be such a cheap bastard and keep sending them $50. Ok hon, we will compromise as usual, $20 until they turn five, then $50.
It is a week or so since I wrote the above and things have happened. I'll leave that for another post.