It will be 14 years this week since my husband died. My sons and I have been tidying the garden, cutting the hedge, having a bonfire, something that we always did as a family together. We all still miss him so much.
I have one photo in my bedroom, which I don't look at very often. It was taken on our last holiday in Australia, he looks so fit and well and happy in the photo, yet nine months later he had died.
I was awake for hours last night. I have Sky Plus in my bedroom, and on nights like this I "watch" programmes that I've seen before in the hope that I get so bored I fall asleep. One episode of Downton Abbey seems especially good. Sometimes I'm asleep within 10 minutes!!!