When I hear that poem about the First World War: "At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we shall remember them…" - I remember Terri. Every night after lights out I put on her rings, think of her, and tell her what has happened during the day. When I wake up in the morning to discover again that she's not there, I remember her; then remember her many times in the day. Terri and I have been cheated out of her retirement and her old-age: but it least she will not grow old as I have grown old since she left us. 💔💔💔💔💔