It seems the earlier I wake up, get up gets me crying more over my Richard like it is this morning…Typing away as the office is opposite his now empty bedroom, then I opened our back door, just stood there gazing and crying as I was picturing walking the length of our grassed but high up on a slope, looking left to right garden, where I would find him very slowly ad looking down to the ground, walking from one end to the other looking for dog poo to clear up, how I used to laugh to myself over watching him, well now I would give absolutely anything to see him doing that again…
Jackie…