It’s a cold and frostie one this morning. Sat by the back foot thinking of you I can hear people scraping their cars. At least you don’t have to get up and go anywhere but that’s no consulation to you not being here. I bloody miss you son so much. The pains not going if anything some days it’s worse than it was a year ago. I yearn to see you talk to you and hear your stupid words of wisdom. A lifetime of feeling like this is no life but I can’t see it getting better. Xxxxxx