the corner office

The week's gone by and myself and Ronwen haven't forgotten that it was this time last year when we lost my partner Mohammed and his wife Safiyya in a car crash. It's been in the atmosphere the past week, but the saddest thing is that when we talk about it the discussions go down the same old paths. It's impossible to say anything about Mo and Safiyya's passing without also dragging out the absolute mess that happened after they died. Instead of being able to just enjoy and honour their memory I end up bitter knowing that everything Mo worked and sacrificed and stood for is being perverted and wasted away, and angry now that I've discovered the scheming and lying and BS that was going on behind their backs before and after their deaths. Mo and Safiyya deserved better than this.

I miss them.