On the 16th December 2007 my dearest husband Harry passed peacefully away.

We met fifty-five years ago at a dance at the Pier Hotel in Mumbles. Harry was good-looking and a charmer and I fell head over heels in love. Luckily for me, he fell for me too. It took us six years to save up enough money to get married and we wed in 1959.

Harry was a gentleman and a gentle man. Being the fiesty Welshwoman that I am I might blow my top occasionally when things didn't go my way, but Harry never did respond in kind. One could not quarrel with him - he was too good-natured. He was fun-loving and had a good sense of humour. He was gregarious and generous. He loved people and I loved him and still do.

Harry was so proud of my writing career and boasted about me whenever he had the chance. I always said he should have been my PR man. He understood I had to have time to write. He never stood in my way but was always urging me on to success.

Harry was a lovely man and he was mine. I thank God for sending Harry to me. My life was richer because of him.

Harry, my dearest dear...