Rita and I had two children together. Jack is now married with a son. He lives a couple of hundred miles away and we would only get to see him occasionally. Our second child was Ella. She still lived in the same city, worked at our local hospital and had moved out to live with her boyfriend, Jack. When I was fifty-five, Rita died from cancer. It had been coming for a few years, so we’d grieved before we lost her and survi...