For Florence8:35 pm
Three years ago we gathered with friends and family to say goodbye.
I remember Angus writing your name on his little note to you, and my brother in pain because he'd burnt his face welding without a mask and the sun was blazing down...
So much of that day is clear in my minds eye, and so much more is a muddle.
Wish you were here, all I can do is light candles, it's pretty feeble really. I'm sorry. x