Monday is the day of Tony's Funeral. I am feeling a bit weird because I am strangely looking forward to it. There have been so many lovely gestures - peole writing and reading tributes, a friend playing bagpipes, army collegues in uniform and playing the trumpet, many many guests attending and a horse drawn hearse. I feel it will be a very special day and one he would have been extremely proud of. I am still feeling remarkably calm. I guess I will find out tomorrow if I can cope?
I miss you darling with all my heart x x x x
