But won't be. He can't. I would give anything to have him bounce through the door, declaring "It's the freaking weekend baby!" just one more time. Going off to fetch the Friday night takeaway just one more time. Sitting here, with him next to me. But it is never going to happen. He died 12 days ago, here, peacefully at home. He finally looked like him again instead of being disfigured by the stroke and the pain of his cancer. I know he's at peace now but I miss him so much. This is my first weekend on my own, last week I took the babies (we foster) to my DD's for the weekend but this week I am staying here. Tomorrow I need to find something to wear to say our final goodbyes and I am dreading it.