Today is 9 months since Allan passed on, and I have missed him every single minute of all these days. Being a wednesday, it's also the same day of the week as he passed on, so again the memory will be ever more poignant. I hadn't cried for 4 days, though I'd been on the edge a fair few times. However, today, doing this, the tears have found me again. Tonight I'll be in the bedroom about 6pm, and I hope he will come to me, to comfort me, to reassure me that he still loves me and is waiting to greet me. If I prayed, this is what I would pray for...