As music filled the house, our three kids burst into the bedroom and jumped on the bed. ‘Happy birthday, Daddy!’ they cheered, rousing my husband from his sleep. Dave, then 41, rubbed his tired eyes, before jumping out of bed to form a conga line. It was so silly, but playing Happy Birthday on full blast first thing in the morning and dancing around the house had become a birthday tradition in our family, and it was such a fun way to start the day.
It was 25 October 2015, but as Dave and I laughed and danced with our children, I had no idea this would be the last time. One year later, Dave was gone.
We’d met back in 1993, when we were both studying at De Montfort University
