A candle for my dear, much missed wife of now just over a year. My darling, a word of endearment you didn't like, but I feel this for you every day since you left us.
I miss you dreadfully and strive to continue to live without you for the benefit of our beautiful son.
You would be so proud of him. He is such a cutie and, of course, a joker.
We moved flat to a lovely, much more spacious one not far from where we lived when you were here with us. And I say - here with us - for I feel you moved here too. You would love it and perhaps you were the instigator for us both, Daniel and me, to have a little luck after all the torture and lack of luck we had during your awful sickness.
I love you, my dear wife; I think of you every single day, and Daniel and I often speak about what you might say under the circumstances or the things we talk about.
I wish I could have done more for you. I love you so, so much my dear wifey. So much.
Your sad, sad hubby and handsome little man, your son, Daniel
