It’s our anniversary today my darling. It’s not the first
time we spent it apart, thirty years ago you were in the Southern Hemisphere in
the Falkland Islands. Those three months
when we were separated were some of the most worrying and painful of our lives
together, but they pale into insignificance in comparison with these past
twelve months, I had never felt such pain and loss as I do each moment
now. A year ago we still had hope. I am desolate without my soul mate.
Last year we spent a wonderful day taking the small ferry to
Denia, having a terrific lunch in Marques de Campo and laughing a lot. It lives for ever in my memory and always
will. The small video we took that
lovely day is presently too painful to watch, but at least I have it to remind
me, if I ever need anything to remind me of you.
I miss you my husband.
I know you’re still here with me, you send me little signs that you are.
You sent me one today, thank you.
I was and still am, so proud that you chose me to be your
wife and the mother of your two amazing children. And I am so proud of you and all that you did
in your life, and the example you set me, our family and others of strength of
purpose and courage.
Wherever you are, know that I love you more than yesterday
and less than tomorrow.
God bless and stay safe.
Your devoted and loving wife, Pauline
