Those blooming car keys were in your golf bag all along. Normally it would have been funny, but not now, not a year ago, not with everything else that was happening.
I miss you beyond my comprehension. I switch from being certain it's all a bad dream and you will be home soon, to remembering your sadness and pain. Did that really all happen to you, to us? It's just so bloody unfair. I love you. Infinity. xxx