three years 

Life as a Widower

It’s three years today since Desreen was killed. In the beginning people always used to tell me that they couldn’t imagine what I was going through, so I decided to tell them. I wrote a post called Imagining It in an attempt to explain and share all the different feelings. I then went on to write blog posts entitled Six MonthsRemembrance SundayTwo Years, and now here we are again today.

I’ve been trying to write this one for a while, but for some reason I’ve just not found the words. This morning I decided to go into work a bit later than usual because I wanted to have breakfast with my son and then take him to school. He was noticeably more affectionate than usual and insisted that I cuddled him harder than I ever had before. ‘You nearly squashed me,’ he exclaimed with a…

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