Dear Ann
I have forgotten your face. Your image is now a hazy smile, a feeling of joy, long forgotten days. I love you still even as I feel the cold caress of death approach ever nearer. Perhaps that is why you have been ever a stronger presence in my mind these past few days. I can not help but remember those blessed golden days. We were still children ann, do you remember? Do those memories give you comfort and strength as they have to me? I regret our parting, sometimes, late at night, I wonder whether it would have been better to fight for you, to let society and its norms pass us by, to live our lives together. Alas it is now too late a husband has taken my bed and my children have occupied my years. I truly love them dearly but the ache of your loss is ever present and my love for you burns strong. Ridiculous is it not I am an old women now and yet I still love you like a fool, just like in those golden days of our youth, when we were too young to see that we were damned from the start. Death approaches now I can feel its presence and the doctor gives me no hope. I die with regrets but perhaps that only means that I have lived as best I could. I must say goodbye now Ann but not forever for I am sure I will see you again one day. If not in this life than in another we will surely find each other. Goodbye Ann.
With Love, Margaret
