Sometimes I find myself thinking “When I phone I can talk of this and that”, then remember I’m alone. You were always there for me, to answer my calls, to listen however big or small. Sometimes when I didn’t call you always understood, you never said you wished I would or made me feel I should. Now I wish, I would have done more times to show how much I cared, to say just how important you were and all the times we shared. Now it’s all too late to do or say the things I wish I had, there is no way to ease the pain when it’s all so very sad. You were my anchor to this life, the rock I clung to, the place where I could turn. When no-where else would do and now as the first year has passed all I have to cling to are the memories I have.