I read in church without you again today. Chris has taken your place on the rota. I still can’t believe I will never get to read in church with you. I was so excited to do it. I was so excited to hear you read again too. I got complimented on my voice, but if you had read it would have been you receiving the praise. It was you who taught me how to read in church. Thank you.
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Another Treacle Market has been and gone. Another without you. I’ve found myself measuring in Treacle Markets. Last time I saw you, the day you died, then 2 more. Chris is finding it hard not to buy you a croissant. The kids miss their £1 from Granddad!
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We watched a film you did filming for. We couldn’t see you though. Isn’t that just a metaphor for our lives now?
