Dear John

As I write this, you are still alive, poor dear, but I know you can never get up from that horrible bed and be here with me.  I’m at the Albert Memorial in Hyde Park, in the sunshine.  My memorial to you would be bigger and better.  I’m here in tribute to you – you can no longer see the world but I can, so I will do it for both of us.

I wish you had got better so I could have shown you day to day, by everything I did, that I really did care for you.  You were a towering, monumental presence in my life.  Nothing will ever be the same, without you.

Goodbye my poor husband.