Nothing else to say really. He died last September after a long illness. Everyone was very kind at the time. Life is going on, I enjoy my job, have 3 lovely DC, about to buy dream home. But I still miss him.
Every time I think of him the ache seems to be stronger. I can't believe it has been nearly a year since I spoke to him and I hate that I never will again.
I thought it would be easier with time, but having coped fine at first, more and more I am carrying this ball of sadness that he is gone. And I miss him.