What do you do with your husband's side of the bed when he's gone?
That was where he said his prayers, morning and night, but it used to be a mess of shoes and pharmacy products for his skin. They've all gone now. I can't bear to empty his sock drawer, but shoes gatheting dust and stuff form the chemist have all been consigned to the archives of oblivion.
I decided it would be where I'd say my prayers too. That is the drop leaf table I bought with my first wage. The Our Lady of Perpetual Succor was my grandfather's. The prayer card is Bl John Henry, the prayer book is Paul's copy of John Henry's Meditations and Devotions, he was never without it. The Sacred Heart was my mother-in-law's. The other picture is St Thomas Aquinas. Infront of that on a card is the Te Deum, which I say most mornings. There are also some blessed medals that were with Paul when he died and my relic of Bl Elizabeth of the Trinity. Everything has some significance which goes beyond blurring sentimental memory...
It is not a shrine to him. I just felt I needed a strong focus for prayer in the house to remind me to keep praying for him and to hope I can be inspired to match his intense prayer life.
Just thought I'd share that with you.