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We weren’t a perfect team – Ants, Ming and me – but we were a team, the three of us. And, when I look at these photos (which my mother must have taken because she gave Ants the 80th birthday goblet that I am holding in the photos), I can see the love we three had/have for each other.
I am a bit astounded that I am writing so much about losing Anthony but I can’t seem to stop! The blogosphere is, of course, a perfect place to loosen the ties of day-to-day restraint and I am actually enjoying writing about our wonderful relationship – about me, about Anthony, and about Ming.
I think a love story like this is worth writing about.
jmgoyder 
So do we. Keep ’em coming!
It certainly is.
Never stop! Your love has been overflowing from the beginning of this blog. Even with him gone, the story continues. 🙂
Oh Judy – I am so sorry not to have replied earlier to you wonderful comments. You support means the world to me but I am floundering atm and the grief is really terrible. Many thanks for your understanding and empathy xxx
love is always worth celebrating.
and we love reading about it!
I think a story like this is worth living. Over and over again. ❤
Write your love story, my friend – every chapter!!!
I agree with anonymous, a very sensible lady.
Absolutely.
You are writing about him because it helps