25.06.25-Sixth-Monthiversary

Dear Carla,

It’s been a couple of hours since you’ve gotten off the phone with your family, I know, you were tired. You’d asked me if you could just take a short nap, and, of course, I said yes. We did not have have a great deal of gifts but, at the same time, we don’t have have a great deal  of space either, and I did not want a caretaker tripping over something on the floor; so I’ve spent this time quietly moving stuff to the tree area and along the wall, out of everyone’s way. Right now it’s 2:45 and I can just about remember looking at the clock, 6 months ago, and seeing the same time. I wanted so much to sit next to you and hold your hand but I did not want to disturb your rest. I was expecting to do a lot more talking once you awoke since we did not have that much time to talk this morning. You finally woke just after 3pm. I began to talk to you but you gently interrupted me and began to talk. I won’t go into the details and repeat them over again but I could not believe how bright eyed you looked and such clarity of speech, I was hoping to have so many more conversations in the days and weeks to come then: at the end of your short talk you calmly said, “now I have to close my eyes.”

I never gave it a thought that this would be the last time I would ever hear your voice.

Today has been a terribly difficult day to get through.

Love you so much, I’ll keep on praying.

Me