A letter request...
My dearest sweetheart,
Remember the pinky finger promise we made each other three years ago? You promised me that you would move on and continue to live your life when I am gone? Sweetheart, I need you to keep that promise now more than ever. I wanted you to have my words in this letter to keep with you always before the last time I close my eyes after seeing you.
There are a few things I want you to do for me after I am gone… It’s my little bucket of wishes.
Feed the birds for me every day. The cup that I use is out in the garage next to the bag of feed that I keep near the side door. I know that mother natures provide them with plenty of food, but every morning since we bought the house they gather to greet me by the mail box. In the spring they bring their young, so you’ll you need to put out an extra cup and a half.
I put the boxes for my clothes, shoes and perfumes in the back of the closet with labels on them for Sister Mary’s Catholic Church. Ask for Sister Inskeep. She’ll make sure they get to the professional women’s group that meets twice a month. I have some very nice things that will make them all look their best and help them get good jobs.
The Paris cruise that we planned for April… I want you to go and see it for me. I’ll be with you. I know the doctors said that I would have more time but now we know that I am running out and I won’t be able to go with you. I am so sorry. I am so very sorry.
Every month I want you to send a check to The Bark & Purr no kill shelter where we got Willow and Sam. Donate it in our names. My trust will make sure that the donations never stop for many years to come. Their years of unconditional love and devotion can never be replaced or compared. But this will make sure that the love that saved them will never die nor be forgotten.
Thank you for always being by my side when I awake. I will miss your hands in mine and your swollen eyes filled with tears of hope that today is not the good bye day. You are such a good man to me. I don’t of know of anyone that would have loved me as much as you have. Even on the days when I didn’t want to wear my wig, you smiled and pick out a perfect scarf and held me in your arms and told me how beautiful I look to you.
I’ll always cherish the days when I feel your gentle push behind me in the wheelchair taking me to dinner at the hospital cafeteria and always making sure that “our table” had a table cloth, two candles lit, flowers, my mothers silverware, and your hand scribble “reservations for two” folded card. And on the days when I am having “a bad day” you serve me the best, sweetest apple sauce.
I want to be dressed in my purple Donna Karan you got me last Christmas, mothers pearl necklace and earrings. I want yellow roses all around me. Remember on our first date you gave yellow roses? And when you proposed, you gave me yellow roses. I want the flowers that symbolizes to the world that I was your yellow rose to embrace me along with your spirit.
Our love has been put through many tests over the past three year’s sweetheart. But now I have to say goodbye in the little time I have left with you. Know that I love you with the biggest heart in the world and with everything I have. My spirit will love you now and forever. Use the strength you have now to let me go, be the strength you need to love someone else. Use the water in my tears to grow a new love in someone else to love you. I want that for you now more than ever.
You have been my sunrises and sunsets, my beaches and the shores. The waves of time are not washing away our footsteps that we now leave behind. I still see them now leading me back to your spirit that is waiting for me in the sky. I see your hands reaching for mine and mine to yours. The love we have for each other was blessed on our wedding day when I bonded my life to yours. You are living proof of that bond. You are my gift from God twice given and twice earned...
I love you. I love you. I love you…
Dear readers…
When I read this letter back to her to make sure I captured every feeling she wanted conveyed, she nodded, smile and said “Job well done. It’s exactly what I wanted to say and only you knew how to find the words”.
She passed away four days after this letter. She wanted me to post it. It was the hardest letter I have ever written.
Jonathon