To my dearest Jane.
Today I walked past your old house and thought of you. With it’s red brick wall and it’s grey slate roof it looked just as it did all those years ago when we first met…just older I guess. I like to think that perhaps it would say the same of us and smile and remember us the way we were.
It would remember how I walked past every morning on the way to school hoping to see you, even though that was the long way round, and it would laugh to see how I walked ever so slightly slower as I passed by.
The tales it would tell of how you eventually noticed me and we would walk together each day and I would watch that old metal gate swing closed each evening as you waved goodbye and you would head inside and be lost to me until morning. It would tell the story of how I first kissed you there in the snow at the end of term and it would make you blush and look at me with that smile you always had for me.
The years flew by so very fast didn’t they, but if it could it would remind us of the life we lived, the love we shared and the laughter that filled every day, It would tell us of the things we had forgotten and how happy we were when we moved in and made it ours, and the years that passed as we filled it with a family of our own.
It would recall quite clearly how you would wave the kids off each day as they headed to school, and then eventually work until they left and made homes of their own.
As time slipped by you would lean upon that old gate post when your legs became so very tired and It remembers so clearly too the day when you left in the ambulance but you never came back.
I like to think that it would smile and wink at me if it saw me, and it would forgive me for leaving, but I could not stay after you were gone. There were children playing in the garden and they looked happy Jane. I hope they are as happy as we were.
I will miss you always and you remain forever in my heart.
Your ever loving husband.
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