Since that awful day in 2022 my world is often without colour, but that’s okay because those days are simply a reflection of how much I miss Robert. It’s also a sign of healthy grieving. They are not every day, and there are days of joy in between. Also, given our love, it would be weird if there weren’t the colourless and challenging days.

I will be thinking of Robert lots today as I head home. The last time I flew out of JFK to Heathrow he was on another plane following me!

I will always miss him, I will always love him; Happy 78th Birthday Robert.