After our difficult and cramped 2020, the final home that Sharav and I shared together in Brooklyn was our best by far, a ground floor apartment with a lot more space than any of our previous homes had, with private entrance from the street to a nice big open area, and a private patio in the back (which Sharav did not appreciate anywhere near as much as he should have).
My bedroom, however, was in the basement, and convincing Sharav to take the stairs down was just not realistic at his age, so he only even saw the downstairs area a couple of times.
It’s the same apartment with the same furniture, but it feels so strange without him in it.
Relaxing on our patio. Brooklyn, April 2021. Click any photo to see more.