Sunday 12th April
All around us, we are reminded of you. Yes, your photographs are everywhere, your books and DVD’s neatly lined up, the many, many sympathy cards along the shelves in the lounge, (and no, I don’t know when I’ll take them down). To your shoes and slippers, your coat at the bottom of the stairs, your toothbrush in the bathroom, and your dressing gown still lying on our bed.
You are everywhere, but nowhere.
Again we light candles in the church, then tend to your grave.
We talk to you, but there is no answer.
How we wish you were here with us now. Our hearts are broken.
We just don’t know what to do.