Exactly three years ago today the bottom dropped out of my world when Les died. Missing him is still the hardest thing to deal with. The tears are fewer and there are so very many happy times and funny things to remember. But it is still so hard not having him around and times when life feels like trying to swim through treacle. And yet, he is still so very much a part of my life such that in a way he has never left. I still try to do things and live my life in a way that would make him proud of me - even though I know full well that I always had his backing and support. Several friends have remembered this date and been in touch with words of support and comfort - all so very much appreciated. The children have dealt with the day well and in different ways. He was a super dad and they all miss him so very much too. I have yet to meet anyone without a good word to say about Les - he was such a lovely, genuine, loving and dependable man; and he was ours! I am busy preparing for the next fundraising event next Saturday - and going through all the last minute collywobbles all over again. Biggest concerns - will I get all the baking done in time? Will I have enough items to sell? Will anyone want to buy them? It is on occasions such as this that his calming words and reassurance were so important. So I'm trusting that all will be well and I know that any money that is raised will be put to good use by the British Lung Foundation.