It’s been a year since my whole world fell apart. The first raw wounds have healed over, although it still seems preposterous that he’s not around. A big part of my life has been torn away, and I am learning to live without it - but it will always be missing. My world is being rebuilt, in a somewhat different shape. Some things are still painful - I can't watch some TV programmes because they were so much a part of our daily routine. I'm talking about the quiz programmes that are on ITV at teatime, things like t he Chase or Tipping Point . It hurts that we won't be doing some of the things we were looking forward to doing together, like going to see the next Dr Strange film, or taking our Silver ballroom dance tests. Twelve months ago, I held David’s hand and looked into his eyes as, around us, doctors and nurses were moving swiftly and purposefully and the numbers on the monitor went in the wrong direction. I whispered in hi...