My dearly beloved Mr Prue died in hospital on Sunday evening. He was waiting to have tests done on Monday but didn't make it that far. It seems desperately sad.
I can't believe that he's gone forever. I'll never see him again, hear his voice again, or joke and laugh with him.
People have been so very kind but there is a big hole in my life where Mr Prue should be. Life seems empty and bleak. People say that it will pass, and time will heal but right now that is little consolation.
Dear Mr Prue; you were too young to die. We had so much more to do together. The world is a lesser place without you.