Today is the second anniversary of the day that Paul died. I’ve already had an email from one of his brothers and a phone call from one of his sisters sharing their remembrance of this. Paul was my best friend and love and the heart of my life for thirty-five years and I know that I will miss him forever and remember him forever. He was very ill for a long time and in a way it was a mercy from God that his sufferings ended. I think I can accept this now. It took a long time.
But I will miss his presence beside me as long as I live. I don’t think I can say anymore just now.