Well, not living it like that exactly, as no new relationship and not seeking due at least in part due to traumatized-teen-raising priorities, but I get the concept of private comfort from his things. I've put on things of his. However, when I've worn things of his in front of our kids, it basically seemed to have a traumatizing affect on them. I made each a teddy bear from his old flannel shirts, and they've been good with that (but it about killed me making them... nothing says 'dead' so much as cutting up his favorite shirts). But having me wear anything of his around them is a different thing, and I see them freezing up. So, I'm good wearing special jewelry since they don't know the history. But I hide wearing his socks, for example.
