Late Thursday night, 3 March 2005 [12:45 a.m.]
Bugger! – Well, it had to happen sooner or later – I didn’t save the last letter that I wrote last night – I didn’t even sign it off.Today was better than yesterday by far, thank God. No stars again – tonight there was the most fantastic lightening storm in the West. It seemed to hit in the same place over and over again.
I went down to the jacaranda tree on Spring Garden Street but couldn’t find any blossoms – they are gone like you are. I know you won’t want me to feel this way, but I know my heart will be heavy in October and November when they bloom again. I miss you every moment I have to endure without you. Your picture on the wall above the computer is starting to curl from the humidity we have had lately. Every night I spend some time with your photo that I have in the bedroom – I brush my fingertips lightly across your face and talk, sometimes out loud, to you. Can you hear me, can you hear me where you are?
- your Susan
posted by Susan @ 12:06 am
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