I was just handed these two photos of Don and I taken back in 1986 - He was 36 and I was 32 - I have similar photos but not these ones. My heart nearly broke when I looked at the way he was with the doggie and the doggie is so at peace on his lap - he was such a kind man.
And the photo taken in our old house is so much how it was... we were quite young but had accepted things and got on with being a family - Don never showed me any bitterness about his lot in life...he was alive and we had him and thats all that mattered. he could just as easily been killed back in 1982 when he had his accident and the girls would not have remembered their dad - and would have been hugely the worse for it...my life would have been so different and so much less than it has been - and I am eternally grateful for this.