I could smell a familiar smell from a blanket I washed today, it smelt of you, your room, the last few days we were together. I have comfort tonight mum knowing you are around and keeping a wee eye. I miss you so much that sometimes it feels like someone is pressing down on my chest that I can't breath. Isn't it funny when they say with time it gets better,,,not really, as some days the pain feels worse knowing you aren't there. I often wonder, did I disapoint you, or were you proud of me? I will never know....and to be honest I guess it doesn't really matter. All that matters is how much we shared in my 47 years and the love we gave to each other. xxxx