Dear Clive, it’s been a couple of weeks now since I last wrote my thoughts to you. Today started out fine, then I started some ironing this afternoon, the silliest things can start a chain reaction of emotions that nothing can stop. I was ironing Max’s Harry Potter pyjamas, the ones we bought for him for last Christmas. I was remembering how many times we went back to keep checking for the sizes at Bluewater until we eventually got them. Then the floodgates opened and I couldn’t stop. Being one half of a couple for over 50 years you just take each other for granted. Losing you Clive, my other half, means you have taken half of me with you. I will never be whole again. Getting through each day without you, especially when I am on my own seems to be getting harder not easier. My head tells me you are gone from me now but my heart tells me you will always be by my side. Things that have been done since you went away, things that you never saw, these thoughts churn me up inside. Your bedroom completed, the painting Lesley finished for you that hangs proudly in your room, the garden fence completed, the garden looking lovely, the trees next door that have been cut down, these are things you will never be here to enjoy. There have been many days since you left us that I could quite gladly just stay in bed and hide away, but I can’t do that because life for us does go on and it’s Lesley, Jason, James, Annice, Luke, Sophie, and Max that make my life bearable, without them I think I would have just faded away. I love you my Clive, I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much. Heartbroken 💔 💔💔💔 Anne 😘😘😘😘😘