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Loss of partner.

Guest_53168226 — Sun, 07 Jun 2026 13:08:33 GMT

I lost my partner of 15 years six months ago. We were just beginning to adjust to a new stage of life together, with all of our children having moved away. Our youngest had recently started secondary school and was living in a boarding house, so for the first time in many years, it was just the two of us.

Then he was diagnosed with a chronic illness, and within five months, he had passed away.

I am now living completely alone. I returned to work part-time to help manage my grief and to have some human interaction. During the days I work, I cope reasonably well. But when I come home to an empty house and the evening begins, the tears come. The loneliness feels overwhelming, and I am consumed by grief and loss.

My grief is not only for my partner. It is also for the life we shared, the future we had planned, and the everyday moments that are now gone. For 15 years, it was always us, alongside our family. Now I am trying to find my way in a life that feels completely different from the one I knew.

I don't know what my life looks like without him. I feel lost, lonely, and uncertain about how to move forward.

Re: Loss of partner.

white knight — Tue, 09 Jun 2026 00:50:19 GMT

Hi, welcome

Sorry for your loss.

We are all very limited to easing the effects of grief but we can try. Here is my suggestions-

Distraction- hobbies, sports, socialising, interests.
Writing feelings down
Therapy
Seek company

Some of that is obvious and it shows how limited anyone is to the process of comforting a grieving soul.

An example of how I used self help is-

Dads Print

Dad knew I’d want to follow
Where ever he went-in his footsteps
Through your pride and boyish whim
I always tried to follow him

And on Sundays a few hours spare
I be his shadow for the day to care
Boy behind his dad so tall
But he didn’t mind-didn’t mind at all.

Then as his life cut so short
wish to follow as my last resort
No wonder he used a broom to sweep
To hide his footstep stencilled feet

But now and then I see a print
Where he’s been in the misty tint
Like a ghostly outline of a sole
I place your foot inside the hole

Sadness will follow in my inept
It’s just something I must accept
But I will be eager the day my feet will greet
My father’s footstep stenciled feet….

Please reply if you like. Im here daily

TonyWK