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Re:For Many Widows, the Hardest Part Is Mealtime (2019) by trynewideas on Wednesday November 30, 2022 @03:04PM (#33806821)
Right after my spouse passed, my neighbors very cleverly asked me if I could make them coffee and bring it over every morning - I had an espresso maker, it was still peak pandemic with limited access to coffee shops, I'd been so isolated and careful as a caretaker that I wasn't a risk, and they were desperate to have lattes.

That got me out of bed every day for months, right when I wanted to the least. I'd eventually have to leave the house to pick up coffee and milk. It meant making someone happy every day, doing something I enjoyed, saying hi and talking to someone face-to-face even if it was brief. That kept me going and held me accountable. Anything you can do like that is going to make things easier.

Re:For Many Widows, the Hardest Part Is Mealtime (2019) by mwigdahl on Wednesday November 30, 2022 @05:44PM (#33809045)
Sounds like you have wise and kind neighbors. I'm very sorry for your loss but I'm happy they were able to help keep you connected to life.
Re:For Many Widows, the Hardest Part Is Mealtime (2019) by prawn on Wednesday November 30, 2022 @08:26PM (#33810979)
Got a very remotely similar story. My sister-in-law recently passed and people have been bringing us food. Which is a lovely thought, but we'd just returned from 10 weeks overseas and cooking for ourselves in our kitchen was something I'd been looking forward to. Instead, we have four lasagnes that our children won't touch because they prefer ours. I think staying busy and involved with people is more positive, at least for me.
Re:For Many Widows, the Hardest Part Is Mealtime (2019) by robotresearcher on Wednesday November 30, 2022 @11:27PM (#33812326)
That's a clever and kind move from them. It's to your huge credit that you went along with it.

Forgive the digression but this reminds me of an experience that stuck with me. A good friend of mine who was paralyzed in a car crash, spinal cord completely severed at the chest. I visited him in hospital. A few days earlier he was an athlete and soldier, a very strong and physically imposing dude. I walked into the room and saw him so vulnerable, lower body useless, catheter bag, the whole thing. It was a shock. He greeted me warmly and immediately asked me to go to the kitchen to get us both a beer. I had a minute alone in the kitchen to get myself together, and was able to do something trivial for him, when of course I was powerless to deeply help my friend.

I'm almost certain this was a clever people-management strategy they taught him in the spinal unit. Maybe he came up with it himself. It certainly helped me. A very generous thing to do.

He went on to be an accomplished paralyzed athlete among other things.