I'm facing my second Christmas since you left, and although this one is very different from the last, one thing is the same - you won't be sharing it with me. My darling, I so miss your presence. I so miss your love and support - something we'd built over 38 years. I've started to move on and am definitely living again, not just existing, but I so wish I hadn't had to face this time alone. I hope God has some special job for you, something that requires your particular blend of humour, bravery, sense of duty, honour and loving heart. Loving and missing you always.