Lovey

Tomorrow, to be precise, one hour and 29 minutes from now, my time, it will be 5 months since Lovey died. You were my lover, husband and best friend for 46 years.
I survived our first wedding anniversary and your first birthday as a widow, but I am not sure I'll make it without you this Christmas. This was always such a special time, and you were looking forward so much to have a white Christmas with the kids. I shall do my best to go and to enjoy it for you.
Thank you that you never stopped telling me that you love me.
Thank you that you left me with so much happy memories.
Thank you that you always encouraged me to stand strong, and to let me see myself through your eyes, because that helped me to cope until today.

I miss you in the morning when I wake up and your place on the bed is empty and undisturbed;
I miss you during the day when I have just Matilda cat to talk to, when even all the work that I do can not keep me from seeing the empty chair where you always sat in;
I miss you watching all the soapies and now I listen to the news in the car and on the kitchen radio;
I miss dinner and the bedtime fight over the TV remotes, and then I remember that you always let me won;
but,
most of all, when I look at your face on our wedding pictures and then look at the picture that was taken last time we were having a white Christmas,and I see that you were looking at me with that same happy eyes, then I know that you will never be out of my heart and that I am a stronger, better person because of your love.
I just find it so difficult to believe that you are gone. Love you.

"All Is Well"

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you:
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without a trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland(1847 - 1918)