Just a couple of evenings ago, we sat together in the window sharing a bottle of wine. Now, your chair is empty. For some, an earthquake, flood, or enemy fire deprives the departed and their loved ones of a last chance to say goodbye. Perhaps an aeroplane or traffic accident.
How I wish yours had even been like that.
You didn’t know him. It was a random attack from behind by a madman. All I can hope is that you didn’t suffer, my love, but I can’t even be sure of that.
All I know is that I miss you.
How I wish yours had even been like that.
You didn’t know him. It was a random attack from behind by a madman. All I can hope is that you didn’t suffer, my love, but I can’t even be sure of that.
All I know is that I miss you.
