Dear Clive, it was a year ago today 15th December when you first went into hospital and we’re sent home that same night. I can’t help thinking that if you had been admitted that day would you have stood a better chance of coming home to us. I know you didn’t want to stay in because you were frightened of all the Covid in the hospital and also because we wouldn’t be able to visit. But when you came home that night you could barely walk, you had to be helped up the stairs to make it to your bed. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to look after you properly because I was I’ll myself. I regret every day since you’ve been gone that we didn’t talk as often as we could have. But then I remember all the times when you were well and we could sit in each other’s company for hours without speaking, quite content in companionable silence. I really miss those times. I even miss all the programmes you used to watch every day. To see you’re empty seat on the settee every day breaks my heart. I only have half a life now without you Clive. I have tried my best with Christmas this year, I’ve even got a reindeer in the garden and lights, but I get no pleasure from seeing any of it. It was you that loved all the decorations and lights at Christmas and seeing them all makes me miss you even more. I’ll love you always. Anne. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
This candle was first lit on the 15th of December 2021. It was relit on the 28th of October 2023 and will burn for 1 more minute.