10 years ago yesterday Gary left us, 3 days after his stroke. It seems like only yesterday that we last saw him, as the memory is so clear, and yet it also seems like another lifetime away. Yesterday I felt no sorrow, simply at peace: Gary is in a good place, as he went knowing he could trust his eternal future to God, and I know that one day I shall join him. A lot has happened in the last 10 years, and life for me is very different. I am grateful for all the benefits I have had in knowing Gary as my husband, and will always miss his presence, but I am thankful for so many good memories - through tough times as well. As Gary was dying the girls and I read Psalm 23 together: he went through the valley of the shadow of death into death, whereas we came through it to life. The psalm continues with the assurance "certainly, [God's] goodness and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life", and that is what I take hold of for however much longer I have on this earth.

9 years ago today Gary passed away: I remember him with gratitude, groans and giggles. His Airfix model airplanes are still suspended from the garage rafters: his swing-seat is still going strong and enjoyed by all who visit, especially children. He was an indelible and special part of my life, never to be forgotten.

August 3rd 2019. Dear Gary, Another year without you. You are always on my mind and with me every day, Not a good year health wise but looking forward to better things. As every year your beautiful Agapanthas is in full bloom . It is the first thing I see when I open the door in the morning. I can see you walking passed the window with it in your arms. That was the last time you visited me and Auntie Jean was staying here. She celebrates her 80th birthday next week.. I have the photo of you and Jorge next to me always. Love you always, Mum.