My husband has been dead for 4 years. I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. Ok. I can feel his hand in mine. Every callous every smooth soft skin of his palm and his fingers lacing mine. I know it’s just a memory but it feels so real. And sex. I know it’s just a memory but having sex with him the memory is so bloody great and at the same time so bereft and lonely I don’t want to offend anyone but craving his touch and remembering how f……. great we had it makes me grateful for what we had. I relive the best of us since I was 23 and since this post is about sex I want to tell my husband you were awesome and some. I’m now 62. How lucky was I. How sad and lonely now. Wherever you are I love you and just thinking about you well I’ll see you my dreams. But I’m still not wearing that leopard thong you bought me for Christmas. X
