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.

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