Almost another birthday for you, my love. Next Monday. I will be thinking of you, but I think of you everyday, all the time. I miss you very much. I look out of the window into the garden, it is a bit overgrown now, and think of you, and how nice and tidy it always was when you were here. It is so difficult now, for me, without you. I know you would be here, if you could.. I love you.