Every day I tell myself's time to be getting over this," he said into the space above her head. "I know that people expect it of me. They used to offer their sympathy but now they don't; they don't even mention his name. They think it's time my lift moved on. The first year was like a bed dream - I was at his bedroom door in the morning before I remembered he wasn't there to be woken.But this second year is worse, it's real. I've stopped going to his door. I've sometimes let a whole day pass whit out thinking about him.And you'd suppose Sarah and I could comfort each other but no, we only do each other harm.I think this has only brought out the truth about us - how far apart we are.