Yesterday I lost my soulmate, the news was unexpected and shocking. My best friend for 26 years, the one person who totally understood me. The shock was overwhelming, I felt like I was drowning, even breathing hurt. Talking with family helped enormously, sharing our stories and happy times.
Its a strange feeling, he has been ill for many years but someone you expected to go on forever. Someone I could pick up the phone and speak to about anything, at any time day or night. He supported me though some of my worst moments and never wanted or expected anything in return. He picked me up when I was down and always made me smile. A funny guy without trying or really even knowing it.
A heart of gold, he would help anyone but hated asking for help. It wasn’t always plain sailing, we are both stubborn and quite often butted heads over things, but a few days would pass and the quarrel was soon forgotten. A wonderful photographer who took lovely pictures of my son and I, on some of our days out, memories which we will always treasure.
He was my rock, my constant and always will be. I will miss our nights out and the plans we had for summer but will always remember the fun times we shared. I don’t think my son will ever forget our week in Blackpool. Breaking the news to him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. We will remember him fondly and take him with us in our hearts everywhere we go.
The world has lost a beautiful soul.