On this day, in 2006 you left me.
I know you didn't want to - you were only 45 - but fate decreed otherwise. A piece of fat that, unknown to you, had been deposited as a lining inside your heart, broke off and bloked your aorta. Not the conventional heart attack, but fatal all the same.
We had 22 years together, happy years, and I still miss you every day.