It is 35 years today that my ex husband and father of my two daughters, was killed in a horrific accident at London Brick. I often think of him and feel sad that he died so young. He didn't treat me well at times, but I don't regret meeting him, as he gave me my precious daughters. I cannot imagine my life without them.
He was a tall man, like my lovely Paul - good looking, with gorgeous thick, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, plus, dare I say, other very attractive attributes in a man!
He went to work that fateful morning, in the new year of 1984 and never returned to his home. I had the unenviable task of telling my daughters. It's strange how a life can be snuffed out so suddenly, without warning. No time to say goodbye to anyone.
None of us know what the future holds - just as well I suppose. I don't expect Paul thought he was going to die, in a couple of weeks, after having that first heart attack.
I miss him so much. He was a good man and I don't think I will find anyone like him, to spend the rest of my life with, but then who knows what future is mapped out for me? I'm just glad I have my family and friends to be there for me at the moment.
Sleep well Mick and Paul. I wonder if they are chatting together somewhere?
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