Well, my dear, I see things have slowed down on this site but I am sure this is quite natural. You have been gone for almost four years now and, although my memories are still so vivid and real, people move on with their lives. I was thinking of you so much yesterday on 9/11. That is another day that is etched in my memories. You had been out in your cab in the morning and had come home for your lunch and "siesta" before going back out for your evening shift. I remember getting a phone call from your friend at the Pentagon, who was due to visit London the following week, and he told me to turn on the TV and that he would get back to us later. I did as he said and could not believe what I was seeing! I ran into the bedroom and woke you up and said you needed to come and see what had happened, not knowing there was much worse to come. We both sat and watched the terrible events unfold over the next hours. When the Pentagon was hit we were so worried about JIm, but he called to let us know he was okay. I cried a lot yesterday. I love and miss you, dear! xxx