As Always

A man whos dreams have been crushed by reality, He'll search for her till the end of his days and after.

April 12, 1945

Dearest Cecilia,

  My days grow longer and longer with the absents of your presance. My heart yurns to see your beautiful face once more. Time has washed away my human reality, I am alone. I stare through a window over looking the street and wait for you, but you haven't come. Wen will you return, my love?  Every car goes by, one never stops. It's been years Cecilia, I'm not sure I can survive much longer. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

April 16,m 1945

Dearest Cecilia,

  I wait for you, as always, but you never come. Kate says your dead, you would have told me, my love, you live on. The days pass slower than before, it's like living in slow motion. I found a red rose on my front step this morning, someone must have accidently dropped it there. Don't worry my love, I have not forgotten you,no one will ever replace you. When you return I will take you to see a picture in the theatre, you always said you wanted to go. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

April 23, 1945

Dearest Cecilia,

  Two brids flew by my window today, they sang such happy tunes, I await the day we will once again be happy, as before. I found a shoe, it belongs to you, you must have forgotten. It is so small, your feet, I miss them. I baked a cake, your favorite, lemon, come home to me and we can eat it together. I plan to visit the park, remember when we would walk together, those were fine days, my love. It's been a while since I left the house. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

May 1, 1945

Dearest Cecilia,

  Kate has not left my side, I have managed to escape for a few moments to write to you, my love. Kate says I need help, that I am crazy. She says again you live no longer. She is wrong, you will come home to me. I don't need help, I just need you. You are the only one I will hold by my side forever. Our son came by the other day, he also tried to convince me of the things that are untrue. Don't worry, my sweet, I will not give up hope. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

June 15, 1945

Dearest cecilia,

  I am tired, Kate and James keep trying to send me to an old folks home. When we went to see what it was like it looked more like and insane asylum. I refuse to go, I will wait for you. The summer is hot and I sleep alot, I hope the heat where you are is not too bad. You will never be sent to and old folks home, you are always young, my love. I cannot eat and I cannot sleep knowing that you are far away from me, all alone. I'll wait for you as always.

 

October 28, 1945

Dearest cecilia,

  I have been very sick nd unable to write, I tried and my head would spin. Please forgive the absents of my lettersmy love. You are always in my thoughts. Tell me about yourself, how hav you been? Cecilia, I wish you would write back and come home. The doctor said my time is running short, if you do not come home soon a may have to come find you. Why are you gone so long my love? Time is running short, you must come home. Halloween is coming soon, I bought candy for the youngsters, but I know they will not come to my door, they are afraid of me. I remember how good you are with children, so kind and loving. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

December 18, 1945

Dearest Cecilia,

  James and Bertha are going to have a child in July. Our first grand child, it is amazing how these things happen so fast. You will come home when the baby is born, of course, you must see it. Times have been pretty well for every one, but I am still sick. I hope you are still well. How come you don't write back my love? I miss your hand writing. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

March 13, 1946

Dearest Cecilia,

  The rain pours down in buckets, I could sit and watch it rain all day. I remember you love the rain. Kate comes to our ouse every day now, to check on me. I tell her she is wasting her time. Tomorrow is a good day, tomorrow is your birthday, you will be 84, the same age as me. Maybe for my birthday you will come home. Kate still says you are never coming home. And I begin to ask myself, are you ever coming home? Surely you must come home sometime. I'll wait for you, as always.

 

April 2, 1946

Dearest Cecilia,

  This is my last letter to you my love. It is tim for me to go. The spring has arrived and along with all this new life there will be one end. My sweet, I wish you had come home. I love you. maybe in heaven we shall meet and share our love forever. I'll wait for you there,as always.