R.I.P. Linda
Ghosts don't dance
R.I.P. Linda
Ghosts don't dance
R.I.P. Linda
What becomes of the broken-hearted?
St. Valentine's Day
R.I.P. Linda
Today was supposed to be a romantic day for lovers, for me, it marks the first month without you, my lovely Linda. I know you passed on Friday January 17th, but as the month has 31 days, today is four weeks since you left us π’π’π’
Today has been long, and painful for me, love, the grief of your loss is something I doubt I will revover from; out solace is you died how, and where you wanted, and you are not in pain
πππ
Linda's Garden
Valentine's Day
We had so many plans for this year, but my wife has passed away last month.
St. Valentine's Day is considered the most romantic day of the year for lovers, for me it will be the saddest day. This year, it will be the last time I see my lovely wife as she lays in the Chapel of Rest, before her cremation.
Harry Potter
R.I.P. Linda
Bristol Wildlife
Though my late wife was in such a lot of pain at Christmas, she left with lovely memories of her last Christmas.
Our daughter, Felicity, took her around Bristol to see the Christmas lights on the houses; she wanted to make a dinner for us, which she did, and she saw the fox litter in our garden.
In her final days, she was in so much pain, she couldn't stand. We miss her, but we know she would not have been happy to have lived on in more pain.
Me and my phone
Netflix
R.I.P. Linda
Happy Anniversary
Next month should have been our Ruby Wedding Anniversary, however, it will be the second wedding anniversary without my lovely wife πππ’π’. She always wished to visit the stone circle at Avebury, I will try to go there in her memory this year.
I wish to visit Avebury for reasons on my own, the pub is "supposed" to be haunted by the ghost of a maid, who dislikes men with a beard.
R.I.P. Linda
The Ghost of the Red Lion
A Year to forget
R.I.P. Linda
Was it fate?
R.I.P. Linda
My wife had been ill for several months, before she passed in January of 2025.
From the moment I met her, her son Matthew, was determined to separate us. What he could not achieve in life, he did with his death the previous August from a drug overdose.
She had said she was waiting for the knock on the door, though she was ill, his death destroyed her health, and my happiness; her son won his battle, even if he never knew about it.
Bleak House
R.I.P. Linda