Today has been tough. I keep thinking of all the jokes, all the ways of talking, the stupid ways of saying things that Kev and I had that only we understood and 'got'. When you live with someone building those things is inevitable. Today it is sinking in that no-one will ever get those jokes again. Those shared memories are locked in me. They're not big things to tell others, most are tiny and insignificant. But they were ours. And I will never be able to share them with Kev again. And I'm utterly wrecked by that thought.