Sometimes things just do not seem to make any sense, life goes on and here I am still plodding away then out of nowhere a deep sadness overwhelms me, thoughts run through my mind and I remember all the silly daily things once taken so much for granted. Its Friday 13 June past midnight and the house so very quiet, not a home anymore just a house, I came onto my Memorial and seeing the pictures I find it difficult even after all this time to realise I can never see hear or hold my two precious girls again, this is the reality of losing a loving wife and cherished child even though she was a grown woman , that said she was still my wee lassie as we Scots would say. Over the years Cheryl.s husband Alistair and I have never had a bad word or doubted each others companionship together, all the work I have done over the years to Cheryl and Alistair's house at times had me sit and cry thinking how Cheryl would have loved all the changes we have made, and I also when working alone would think of Marion working alongside me keeping my feet clear and helping anytime she was needed. So on we go taking each day as it comes , now I keep close ties to my young brother Kenny as he to has lost that special lifelong companion and hope in my own way after my loss can say and feel the words that mean more to try help him cope in his loss..