Dearest love,
It seems as though my heart is hurting right now.
I can hear the strings in my heart snapping. Unfortunately these strings aren't like the ones on instruments, they don't make beautiful sounds. They make cries of pain.
Recently my great uncle died. He was 90 years old, but his wife has to continue the rest of her life without her one true love.
I'm baffled at how in one moment a person is there, alive and breathing. But the next they're gone. And the only thing left of them is the love they had and the pictures you took of them.
Sometimes I wish I could've done something to keep him here longer, long enough so that he and his wife could've died peacefully together. So then that way she wouldn't have to know what life is like without him.
How is it that just that morning he finished writing a card to a friend for his birthday but he never got the chance to mail a letter?
How can someone be gone just like that?
Why don't we get a chance to say goodbye or be able to say I love you one last time? Or get the chance to hear them say it back?
And the minute you see that their body is confined to a small box makes it seem all too real that you will never hear them laugh or speak again.
All we have left is pictures and memories.
Your's truly,
Her
