Holding onto an album full of photos, I’d got the family to make a DVD of memories, knowing it would brighten a special someone’s day.
And taking it with me to the care home, where I knew I would find my wife Marion, now 90, joining in with that week’s entertainment, I couldn’t wait to have a laugh together – something I looked forward to every single day.
It was the furthest we had ever been apart since we tied the knot back in 1953.
After living in the same tenant building in Glasgow since birth, Marion, 15-months younger than me, was literally the girl next door.
You could tap one side of the wall and hear it in the room next door – that’s exactly how close we were.
With a playground around the back
