7 months have gone since we laid Jules to rest. And at 2pm we went up to the cemetry to put down some flowers and a card from us all.
It's a year since we all sat in the family room at the Lister Hospital with presents and drinks, laughing and smiling, hoping and praying.
Everyone's been asking how I'm coping with this time of year, and I've been saying okay. Which is bollocks, of course. And it's even harder given that the 25th is the day we buried Jules, so it's a triple whammy. Ah, I hear you say, that's only 2 things, the funeral and it being Christmas Day. Well, for many of you it may be hard to remember exactly when I asked Jules to marry me, but that happened to be Christmas Day too.
