Obiit February 3, 2009.
As he was when I first met him, long years ago.
In three weeks we were engaged, married in three months.
This year I have filled out endless documents, shredded files, sent his things to charity, given away his favourite music -- Louis Armstrong, The Four Aces -- music I could not bear to keep.
The tape of time spins back and forth over those years without sequence, switched on by almost every object that I touch -- until it freezes on the quiet horror of that morning.
I beg your pardon for inflicting on you such a personal post.
This is not a good day.