Dear Clive, it’s been just over a week since I turned 70 and nearly a week since Jason and Karen’s wedding. My birthday went well, we all went over to the Oval for a lovely meal and fabulous birthday cake. Everyone went out of their way to make me happy which I was a lot of the time. I had my good cry before Laura and June came but my God did I miss you that evening when we went out. The food was lovely you would have really enjoyed it. Jason and Karen’s wedding day was lovey too, the sun was shining for us all. I can’t really remember much about the reception, I had you sitting by my side in a way, just seeing your picture made you feel near me, but it still wasn’t the same. The evening time is really just a blur, I can’t remember half of it and it wasn’t because of the drink. We both took each other for granted when you were here, but now your gone I feel your loss so much. I hate it at night on my own even though I still feel your presence here I really just need you. With Karen losing her Dad just days before the wedding was just too cruel. There were no Dads there although I hope you were there with us all in spirit. It was lovely to see everyone again. Everyone spoke about you at the wedding, you weren’t forgotten and you never will be. The top tier of the wedding cake is here, it was made especially for you because you wanted fruit cake. I think we will now keep it and bring it out at Xmas, then we’ll cut it up and have a piece each to remember you even more. You were toasted more than the bride and groom I think last Saturday. I kept looking for you sometimes during the day and night before realising you weren’t with me. Even surrounded by all those people I felt lonely. I miss you so much Clive. Love always. Anne 💔💔💔💔💔😘😘😘😘😘