Thursday 7th May

We spend this morning with your brother, shopping, then meeting up with his girlfriend for lunch. You would have loved wandering around the charity shops with him, looking for a bargain. We talk about you often, recalling how you would spend your pocket money on books, comics and DVD’s, bought for a few pennies in these stores.

When we look at the lunch menu, I always think out loud, and say what you would have ordered, probably nachos or chicken strips, with a lemonade, no ice.

There are so many triggers that generate a memory of you. I need to start recalling and writing about all the good times and fun adventures we had. I will make that my priority.

It’s eight weeks today since you passed away. Four weeks yesterday since you were buried. It seems like a lifetime ago.

We visit your graveside on our way back home this afternoon, and we remove the flowers from the letters of your name that have faded and gone brown. You now look much more tidy.

Someone else came to visit you today, as a lovely pot of crimson red, miniature roses had been securely placed inside one of your wreaths. Who was that then? Did they stay long? What did they say to you?

We love you so much. We miss you more each day. Until tomorrow. xxxxx