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Dear P

I went through some of your belongings today and came across all the drugs you have been taking. The volume and variety terrifies me.  You poor, poor girl. I fill a large shoe box and have decided to keep them safe so that I can show them to the boys when they are old enough. I want them to gain a sense of what you endured to keep yourself alive. 

Your mum has been a tremendous help in keeping the house ticking over whilst I go to work and basically look after myself. The three of us work well together and in the circumstances are coping remarkably.

In the afternoon I had the novel experience of going to the hairdressers for the first time in five years. You had always been our stylist, usually on a Sunday night as part of a conveyor belt that included the boys. It's these little things that trip me up. If I was ever working in the loft when you returned from a visit to town, within seconds you would telephone  from below and ask, "Cup of tea ?".  Never again.

Yet more beautiful letters of condolence each with a glowing tribute. They are at the once uplifting and terribly sad.

Love

M