This would be a comment on non-seq if it could....

 I was thinking I wish I could have all my kids with me today and be in a cozy warm house while the wind howled outside and the snow blew in drifts. Then I remembered the time we were all in GA reading , was it Grey's Landing? Bobby's play, and poor Wendall was the only audience. And I thought, I'd even take that night, and, suddenly, it was clear to me how people could insist on keeping someone they loved alive even if they knew the person was miserable. I think maybe if we knew ahead of time what it would be like we might never let go of anybody.

Since I've lived in this apartment, sometimes when I half wake in the middle of the night, or when I am just between sleep and awake in the mornings, I feel his presence somewhere in the house. Not exactly hear him breathing, but almost, just the feeling of him being here in the apartment.
Then I jerk awake and tell myself, not always silently, that I am absolutely alone in this apartment and there is no way anyone could be in here but me. It is not scary, just disconcerting.
This is the only place and time this has happened to me. Maybe this happens for the same reason I seem to miss him more in this country. This is the world we lived in. Costa Rica wasn't.