This is the time when all the what ifs, maybes, coulds and shoulds come back to the fore, with no more satisfactory answers now as there were two years ago.
Flowers have been sent by people who care and I know their intentions are good but I want to shout, "I don't want flowers, I want Hugh not to be dead!"
I want to feel comforted that at least he has escaped his problems but the reality is that I wish he had stayed to face them, so that he would still be here with us.
And no, two years is not enough. It takes a lifetime and then some.