It's hard to think what to write today. On Monday I said goodbye to the love of my life. John and I shared almost thirty eight years of happiness, lots of laughter and of course some tears. He was my best friend, always there for me, which is why I chose "The Wind Beneath my Wing" to be played at his funeral. I wouldn't even be writing to be published were it not for John. He was truly that wind blowing me along.
John had devised his own funeral and had a cd. Suffice to say it was very funny and touching. When his little chats between his three favourite hymns, came to an end people applauded. There were over two hundred people there too. The music he chose to end his funeral was very funny too. His threat that anyone who cried would not get a "pint" (of beer) was typical of him.
My dear friends Teresa and Kevin put on a splendid buffet for John at their beautiful home. I don't know how I would have survived doing it myself. I had no idea how many people would turn up, nor how much I would be affected by it all. Teresa knew somehow and everyone had lots to eat and there was a lot of chatter, most of it going over my head.
Karen, my friend who has been staying with me was cleaning out the cubby under the stairs, you know that place where you stick everything you might or might not want, and she said "there's something there for you from John." I had no idea, opening the stiffended cardboard I discovered a framed letter from him. So beautiful and written long before he died. Something to treasure for ever.
Is it any wonder that I write romance and that I believe in love? I think you will agree it's not.