Having a relationship and sex with someone else when your soulmate has died is a huge hurdle. And finding myself single at 49 was not something I had ever imagined. I missed so many things about Andy – his cooking, curling up on the sofa together and the intimacy we shared.
When I cast my mind back to our first date in 2002, I remember him telling me the songs he wanted at his funeral. It wasn’t morbid or weird – just a sign of how well we hit it off from the start. What I didn’t realise then was how soon I’d be playing them.
