I've just completed my first night shift since Allan passed away. He would have been on a day off today, and I would be looking forward to coming home to find my man there, either in the kitchen making me a cuppa or sitting up in bed, headphones on and listening to one of his audio books or radio plays. We'd sit and chat about our night and invariably I'd got to bed for a couple of hours feeling contented with my "lot". Only that didn't happen today, and I'm feeling so sad, so empty in the physical sense but overwhelmed with emotions and full of love for my dearest husband. I love you so much Mister! X