I should be in a great mood today, but I feel empty inside and sickly.
Did you really come down to visit me last night? I’m not sure if it wasn’t just a dream.
I enjoyed the time we had to chat, love, but am I greedy to want more?
You said that I must stay strong for the kids, but they’re all grown up now. June has her own life and grown up kids and Kevin…well…I don’t think he wants anything to do with his old Dad anymore. He would have called or visited if he did, wouldn’t he?
My head tells me it was nothing but a dream, yet my heart says you were here, on our bed, holding my hand and smiling at me.
I’m going to stop writing now, love, because I can’t see the words for stupid tears!
Oh, why can’t you come back for good?!
Sorry about that, Mol. I’m better now. A little anyway. I don’t mean to make you feel guilty and I am grateful you came to see me.
I’m just a greedy, greedy, old man who misses you more than you can know.
There was that insistent bloody knocking on the front door again earlier. I wish they’d go away and leave me alone.
It’s funny how the ones you want can’t stay, or don’t visit at all, and the ones you don’t want knock all the damned time.
I might need to pop out tomorrow, as I’ve not got any bread. I’ll have to wear a hat because I’m having real trouble brushing my hair. Silly, isn’t it?
Missing you more than ever,