It's Richard's birthday today - he would have been 48. Instead, he died at only 45. Love is a strange thing - you may think you're in love many times, but when the one true love comes, you know it. Richard was my one true love - always and forever.
He was thoughtful, kind, loving, caring, funny, clever, hard-working and could do anything he put his mind to. He loved his work - fixing cars gave him a buzz and he was brilliant at it. He loved his garden and enjoyed growing things and watching his plants develop. He loved making things - especially out of wood, and built two sheds, an arbour, a greenhouse, a cold frame and a hot box for seedlings in our garden and an arbour in Toria's garden in Southampton.
He loved sailing and we hired a boat in the Greek Islands for some of our holidays, and that was an idyllic time.
He loved to visit places at the weekends and Chesil Beach was one we both loved...
...but he was equally happy at home, simply relaxing.
I miss you Richard.
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