"Dear Fiona,
I went to bed last night. As I removed my pants I heard you coughing, but of course, it was not you. Because you leave this life two weeks ago. Two weeks already. Two weeks today. Jojo was crazy. There are days sleeping with me.
Two weeks. Damn it, how did the time go. How odd, right? Everything goes on smoothly and nothing is said about you in the news. They have not even set up a statue. It is not fair. We have your grace on the table. No problem, when warm weather will let you go. but I do not believe you want to be out there. It's very cool.
What do you think about the picture we put on your grave? I think it's wonderful. God, how beautiful do you stand! You were so beautiful. Je. Ishe. People ask me how I am. I say "good". Yes, I'm fine, that is, alive. I answer the same as when they asked me "How is Fiona doing better?"
I know what you want to know, I know. Children, our little ones! Jojo received flowers from the director and friends. The tutor was at the funeral. There were people from Jacob's school.
Anyway. You liked the funeral spirit? Only I know how much you believe in God. I really hope to have a Paradise because if there is someone who deserves it, it is your heart.
I wanted to give you the last farewell as best. It was for me to have left all our savings that day. I would have brought you a bunch of music, lots of flowers, but no, what do you mean. After you leave Fiona, life would continue. Should! I remember the day when they were diagnosed with cancer. How much I do not remember.
What are I doing now? Nothing, I sit and read our love letters. If we were not married together you would have gone to England and would have been a movie producer. How happy I am that you did not. No one would love as much as I and the boys. No one on this Earth. Our love lived more powerfully than anyone else, but could not have a happy ending. 20 years together.
Another 60 years would have been a miracle. Like 60 days.
There are cookies in the kitchen. The biscuits they took in France. Maybe I'll eat them one day. Without you. It's yours everywhere. Glasses, dress up, shoes. There was a hair on the pillow. I found it three days ago.
Fiona sorry, we could not. To write tomorrow. I forgot to tell you; I started laying your hats. Are you going to me?
Love you!"
