Even now more than three years on I still grieve for you and feel the old familiar pain welling up inside. It never ends, but how can it, you were my love, my life my everything and life feels empty now. Autumn is my favourite time of the year, but you are no longer here to share it. All the sights, the sounds and the smells are the same and yet not the same because you are gone. Where are you precious girl? How can you be gone from my life? O how I love you, love you, love you.