It is nearly 27 months since you left me.  I am still trying to accept that each morning when I wake, you won't be there with the kettle boiled and the tea made for our breakfast.  You are my last thought each night and the first each morning. I knew that when you came home from the hospital that last July that you were getting weaker and would not be with us much longer, but I didn't want to accept that so I just kept going as usual and pretended.  Maybe if I hadn't then this would have been… Continue