<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/hospice-gardenjan19.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-5444" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/hospice-gardenjan19-300x199.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="199" /></a>Today marks the third anniversary of Jane's death (1,096 days). That day will be etched into my memory forever however the other 16,425 days we spent together are also there and will never be forgotten. No matter how long I live (assuming I won't live to be 114) I will never be with someone as long as I was with Jane and I will never love anyone in the same way that I loved her. Yes, I will love again but it won't be the same; acceptance of that fact has been an important part of my journey through bereavement.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/stevejane-paintingsep17-1.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-4543 size-thumbnail" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/stevejane-paintingsep17-1-150x200.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="200" /></a>I visited the hospice garden this morning and meditated on our life together - the very happy times. The trees, where her ashes are scattered, were looking good despite the grey sky and cold wind blasting from the north-east. There were pheasants pecking at plants as I approached and Jane would have loved that - such a free spirit.

Forever in my thoughts...