I live in a row of just four houses, we're a bit of a way from the nearest village. Today, I was sat by the living room window, watching the world go by, when a van from the company DH used to work for drove slowly past the house. The van then drove back again and sat outside our house for a few minutes (it felt like a lifetime) and when I checked it was DH's old registration plate. The last time DH used that van was about 13 months ago, just before he had the stroke that robbed him of so much, he already had cancer and the stroke was the final straw. He died in Feb this year. I know it's silly but seeing 'his' van today has really upset me.