So you’ve had a kak day at work, got stiffed on your wages, the lag on WoW is so bad you die twice, then you put on your new Depeche Mode DVD and suddenly… all is right with the world.
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Dear G
They say that breaking up is hard to do but I think making up is even harder. Where do I start? And how do I make up in any case? How do I make up the time that has been lost, the opportunities that have passed? I don’t know.
And now you’ve passed on. You’re no longer in this world for me to even make an attempt at making up.
I don’t know what to say to your widow. “I’m sorry” is just so inadequate. I’m sorry for not calling, for not writing, for not being the loving and caring woman you might have hoped for. I’m sorry I waited, waited until it was too late.
It’s been almost two weeks since you left us and I never even knew you were on your final journey. This morning I got the call to say that my chance to make it up to you had been and gone, was done and over.
My guilt overwhelms my grief. I try to tell myself that wherever you are (and if the afterlife is as I think it is) that you have probably forgiven me, that you see the bigger picture and that it doesn’t matter nearly as much as it would here on earth. But I’m not buying this argument yet.
Maybe I never will.
I don’t even remember telling you that I love you, but I do.
I am sorry.
I love you.
Rest peacefully.