Unhappily my husband passed away last August. So my meals are kind of slapdash. On good days I try to cook something. On bad days, it's just a sandwich. It has been very hard for me because shortly after his death, I had to have a complete hip replacement. Going through this alone is not for the fainthearted. Between Covid and my hip replacement I could not make plans for his commitment until October. It really wasn't until I had to leave him there that I began to grieve.

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