People used to say of his wife, “She’s very warm.” Now he looks for warmth in the fire he lights on winter nights, a bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and the memories …
You’re welcome, dear Sir. I should thank you, though, for trying to get or to find the courage and strength to write. This isn’t easy, not easy at all. Especially because of the way you do it. Many thoughts visit me when i read you, or when i read similar stories. It doesn’t matter. I like to thank you.
The memories I write about bring both joy and intense longing to have her back, at which the joy turns to deep sorrow. Then why write about it? people may ask — my answer is: to honor her, my Susan.
Thank you for publishing this.
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You’re welcome, dear Sir. I should thank you, though, for trying to get or to find the courage and strength to write. This isn’t easy, not easy at all. Especially because of the way you do it. Many thoughts visit me when i read you, or when i read similar stories. It doesn’t matter. I like to thank you.
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The memories I write about bring both joy and intense longing to have her back, at which the joy turns to deep sorrow. Then why write about it? people may ask — my answer is: to honor her, my Susan.
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You’re right Sir. Honoring Susan, a wonderful soul who you shared a wonderful life with and together is of great importance.
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