Another Christmas without you, my love. This is 15 and it is unbearable at times. It does not get any easier. I would have thought that it would, but it doesn't. Some days are worse than others. If I wake up and I am half asleep I can cry and no one knows and I wipe my eyes and there is no trace. If the pillow is wet I just turn it over, no one knows again. Nothing is the same. I cannot expect it to be. You are the love of my life and you have gone. I still have many happy memories and pictures to look at, but I miss YOU