I remember when you made us frozen pizza. You put it on one plate between us and we ate it with knives and forks. And the day you cooked us steak and chips, cheerfully splashing beer into the pan to marinade the steak. Gotta love a man who cooks!
At The Wedding I ran into one of your friends and we talked about you. It was good to talk about you with someone who loved you too.
Can you believe it’s been sixteen years since you left?
I miss you x