Half Way Mark.

I lived alone so I took him home. He doesn't love me but he keeps me company, everything's alright.

You may feel strange, well, you are an angel.

He was in that box, that 'coffin', right beside me. Although, my mum says he wasn't really. He was never really there. He's not been there in a long time. She doesn't think that he's been the same since that stroke, but I think he has. Sometimes you could just tell. But that was what got to me, the fact that he was just there. It's the same with being in my Grans house and remembering that she's in his chair and he's not.

I don't think it was his time. Well, it wasn't his time to have a stroke. He had lots more to do. You know, his and my gran got together when they were 17 and got married at 21. Screw this generation and their divorces.