Thursday 16th April
How long will I keep on counting the weeks since you died?
Every Thursday I remember you. I go through that day in my mind.
I saw you quickly in the morning, before I went off to work. Then later on when you all returned from collecting your brother from the airport. You were happy. You weren’t in any pain. Just a bit tired and not hungry. Going upstairs for a little sleep was the last time we saw you alive.
Thirty five days.
Eight hundred and forty hours.
Fifty thousand, four hundred minutes.
I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I will never forget.
We are still receiving sympathy cards, (three in the post today). New people come up to us and ask how we are, and say sorry for our loss. And again we visit your graveside, and today we plant some petunias for you. Your floral tributes are still looking beautiful, and we water them carefully to make sure they stay as fresh as possible.
We miss you so very, very much xxxx