Jamie Thomas, 13 Jan '13

As soon as he pulled his creaking body out of bed, she was on his mind. Today was very important for him, and he didn't want to let her down. The thought of her made him feel like a child, all butterflies and giggles.

The morning was a blur of inactivity and an anticipation, until he put on his favourite suit and headed out of the front door. The suit was oversized on his skinny hunched frame, but he felt like the man he once was. Confident and happy. He smiled when he thought of her beautiful face. He had been looking forward to this day for what seemed like forever.

He picked out a gorgeous bouquet of roses from the florist, smelling them and smiling to himself. He knew she would love them.

"I'm going to see Milly!" He chirped to the bus driver as he almost hobbled on.

"Oh that'll be nice for ya mate. Give her my regards, will ya?"

When the bus stopped, he could feel how close she was. His heart was fluttering and he was a mix of emotions. Flowers in hand, he marched proudly over the cool gravel which crunched beneath his feet. When he reached her, he stopped and stopped down low, laying the roses on the soft grass.

"Happy anniversary my love."

A tear ran down his face, falling onto the ground as he lay a frail and tender hand on the headstone of his wife's grave.