Wednesday, 7:00 am
Dearest, today is the funeral. I can only imagine the stress you will feel, mixed with moments of reflection and loneliness. I will be ready if you call, even though I know it is unlikely you will need or want me there. This is a family day. My heart goes out to you.
I know there is no plan for future contact between us, so I will wait and be ready for you to call upon me. I suspect it will be when you return home and check your mail. You’ll probably call me an ass. I hope you will also know it is a gift of love. Today will be different, knowing you are sad and that I can’t comfort you.
All my love, always.