It is two years to the day since I lost my beloved Peter. I was thinking last night about the last time I saw him, and how much I wish I had known it was going to be the last time, how much I wish I had said and how much I wish I had been by his side. His dear mum, bless her, does not have to mark this date as she passed away recently and my heart's wish is that she is now with Peter and they are a comfort to each other. God bless you Betty.
Two years. It is no time at all and yet it is the longest time of all.
A caterpillar does not cease to be when it becomes a butterfly, and Peter, I know, has not ceased to be.
God bless Pete. L.L.L.L.D.W. xxx