Well here I am again, late at night, not wanting to go to bed, then not wanting to get up in the morning.
What is there to get up for. No Ken and breakfast chat with him, no going to Asda to do a shop, getting something nice for tea then calling for petrol, coming home, unpacking together, having a bit of lunch together, sitting in the living room together or in the summer me sitting in the sun and Ken tending his treasured…
21 weeks since I last saw, touched and talked to my lovely Ken. It is still so hard to accept that I will never do these things again,look into his eyes, hold his hand and talk to him.
I am sadder now than ever, I believe it is because as weeks go by I feel more and more lost without him, I know I won't but then I am terrified that I will one day forget his face, forget the sound of his voice, I have pictures and his…
