Every day, every hour I think of my lost love. It’s the same for my son, he’s always remembering his mum.
Some people keep a jar which they fill with memories. It helps them keep memories alive. We just go through the old photographs. My partner would moan at the number of photos I would snap over our 18 years together. It’s the one thing I’m pleased I ignored her on.
Today we remember again Switzerland and the happy times before the world changed. I hope these memories keep flooding back.