‘Oh, your fancy man is back on the scene!’ and she would reply, ‘I don’t need a fancy man, Hubert Bird, I’ve got you,’ and then she’d give him a peck on the cheek. It was a little routine they had, one of many that never failed to make him smile to remember.
I can’t fathom a loss like this. There are so many relationships in life where we’re meant to out love ppl or vice versa. How does one deal with losing the person who was meant to see you through the journey?
