Today started weirdly. I had gone to bed last night very tired but awoke in the early hours and struggled to get back to sleep. When I did get back to sleep I was woken up at 8.30 by the door bell. Jumping out of bed I looked out of the window and saw the postman. As I’m waiting from a book from Amazon I shot downstairs but when I opened the front door he had gone.
I stood on the path shouting ‘Hello’ because I knew he couldn’t be far away. I looked at my watch and realised that I was standing in the garden in my pyjamas shouting ‘Hello’ at shadows and it was 6.30. This was the time Chris stopped breathing two weeks ago today.
