It will be my birthday tommorrow. I can't say I am looking forward to it. It will be the first time I have gone to work on my birthday for many years. Judy and I always tried to make birthdays special for each other, and that meant taking the day off. There seems little point in me doing that this year when my darling girl is not here to spend it with me. I remember last year going up to Liverpool for the weekend to see her Mum. Judy had already planned to stay up there for a week so I returned on my own on the Monday. She wrote in my card "Don't miss me too much". How those words burn into my heart when I read them now. God how I miss you sweetheart! With every ounce of my being. The pain is still so strong I don't think anyone realises. Some people at work have decided to take me out for a meal tommorrow evening. It is very kind of them, and I suppose it is better than sitting at home alone. But having Judy back would be the best present of all, and of course it is the one present I know I will never get.