I just saw that Patrick Stewart has died and my brain jumped straight to telling dh. We've always liked him.
But he's not dh any more. He's my bastard ex husband who lied and cheated and left me almost a year ago.
Most of the time I'm suitably strong and resilient and furious and coping. Just occasionally I wonder if he thought to tell me about Patrick Stewart too. It was so sudden. I genuinely had no idea until he left. We were fine. We'd both get home from work and make tea and remember to ask each other if we'd seen that Patrick Stewart had died, and we'd quote star trek, and the kids would join in.