Six months ago today, I lost the person who meant the most to me in the whole world.
David was a wonderful person, and put up such a good fight against PSP, but his time came on August 26th.
Just like everyone else on here who has lost a loved one, the time since has been spent grieving, crying, wishing everything could be different, as you would expect.
Although I have shed a tear today, mostly I have been trying to remember the good times and looking at a few pictures, and this evening I have raised a couple of beers and had a chat with him via his pictures on the walls 👍
I don't know why but the six month mark feels like a date that needed to be noted, although it feels like five years in reality!