My dearest Lindy is gone. I’ve never felt so bereft and desolate. For over 25 years it was always Linda and Stuart. There was no Linda. No Stuart. We were one of those annoying couples who were inseparable. And now she’s gone.
I don’t know what she ever saw in me. She was beautiful, funny, full of life and mischief. I was and and am a dour, cantankerous drunk. But the second last thing she said to me before the brain cancer put her to sleep was “You always looked after me, no-one else ever did that”. And she meant no-one. Because underneath the smile she was lonely and after we became a couple she told me how she would cry herself to sleep at night. That broke my heart.
Until she fell ill last Christmas I don’t think we’d spent a night apart in over a decade bar some…
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