2 years ago at 5pm was the worst day of my life, Rob and I were told he had weeks to live, it was a bolt out of the blue as we both really believed that we would have more time together. 2 years was the period bandied about originally.
It was worse than the day he died as I expected that to happen and tried to gear myself up for that day. Within a couple of days of being told, Rob began to lose it due to the drugs. I always wonder whether he just gave up as he couldn't stop the inevitable happening?
So today Ill have to pull up my big girls pants and get on with my day.
Life can be so cruel
Hi, these dates and times never leave our mind, do they? When I see 9.30am (ish) on a Sunday I think, 'this was the start of Colin's last day' then just 12 hours later, he was gone 
Big girl pants are always required, but we're stronger people and have got through the bad days so far - we've just got to keep going x
I remember hating Saturdays at 7.13pm (when Rob took his last breath), It does get easier, I actually dont think about him dying at that time now and I stopped putting 1 week, 2 weeks into the calendar.
I do still write to him in my notebook when I feel the need.
Now its the big anniversaries, next is 21 August at 7.13pm 
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Take care all of you and remember love is eternal
xxx
