My darling Mike
Last night I had that dream. The dream that I assume everyone grieving has. The dream where you weren't really dead. You arrived on the doorstep, furious that I hadn't realised you were still alive. Angry that I had started to cancel payments and tell people you were dead.
I woke up sobbing, a mixture of sadness and hurt.
I miss you darling
Love Lorna x x x
