On the 4th May 1974, we married in the beautiful Christchurch Priory which was then Hampshire and is now Dorset, to have and to hold from this day forward. I didn’t realise how important the words in our vows “in sickness and in health” were at the time.
In June 2016, I was hospital and unable to eat (you can read more of my patient story here),. I had asked to be able to come home. My husband who is old school and hadn’t previously had much to do with cooking or housework became an expert in looking after me and the home, for better, for worse. He made me things I could I eat and I soon built up my appetite, to love and to cherish. He sold a watch he treasured so we could go on a cruise to help me get better, for richer, for poorer. I healed quickly.
Till death do us part. 💜
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