Yes there are stages but every stage is completely individual, the `last` stage is supposed to be when you have moved on and made a life for yourself. It is not really like that, it seems to others that we cope but as whiff says, the grief is still there and always will be. I know I married for life and will never be with another, my husband is in my heart and travels with me wherever I go
I have been widowed for seven years and two months, he went out for a cycle ride as usual and a policeman came to the door, air ambulance had taken him to hospital but he died before I got there. A sudden death like that is so very traumatic, my heart went into overdrive and I heard the pounding in my ears. The first stage is to be sure to look after yourself, I just sat and gazed at some trees and I meditated and did calm things and one day that pounding stopped, I stopped slamming doors and my recovery started
I went on a bus, wanted to know that one day, things get better. I sat behind two older ladies, seemingly widowed, I asked them and they said that I would learn to cope with it. It does not get better but we adapt, we don`t forget but we do learn to live with it. Then I sat in wells cathedral for a while and let the peace and ambience and healing wash over me
As for being alone, that is a fact of life, the world is made for couples. I have only been out for a meal a handful of times, no point just sitting there to look around. I don`t go on holidays by myself now, I did a year after my husband died. I took the safe option of a saga cruise, it was a change but not a holiday I would replicate and very expensive to go solo
I had a fleeting thought of getting a small campavan once but the reality hit, the lovely views, by myself, no-one to share the driving
So life had to change, it did after year 3 and I decided to be sensible and move away from a small village with three buses a day and no shops. There was so much to do, by myself again. The lockdown came but in a way that was good as I was able to keep to myself without guilt and that helped move me on through more stages, by myself but always talking to my husband, who sent me a fluffy white feather from time to time
I don`t feel lonely which is a negative emotion, I have a life full of hobbies and cycling and lovely good neighbours. I am not a group, coffee morning twinset and pearls person, would rather be out in the fresh air or gardening on my hands and knees. I talk to people, anyone I pass gets a good morning but I have to be content with my life now, it is what it is and I just get on with it