I dreamed last night that my dead wife was alive, she had been in a coma and was now fine.
Ohhh, all the things I was going to show her.
But then I woke up.
And reality is a stark place.
Sometimes I am jealous of her. Dying.
I wish it was me.
The 1st of August is a strange date
Exactly 25 years ago was my first night with Polli
Exactly 9 years ago she found a lump in her breast
Exactly 8 years ago the cancer was advancing and the infection that would kill her took hold.