If I imagine you speaking, imagine you loving me through this, you would tell me…
…you would tell me “Husband…you are my happy place”, and you’d tell me you love me so very much. You’d tell me that it was such a gift to be able to call me your husband.
You’d tell me how good I was to you and our kids. You’d tell me I’m proud of you and the way you are growing. You’d tell me how I am still your favourite person and your best friend. You’d tell me you love me more than you can express in words.
You’d sign off and say “All my love always”. You’d tell me “Give me a hug big guy!”.
Then you’d stop telling me and you’d kiss me.
That’s what you’d tell me, because that’s what you told me, a month before you died. Your last birthday card to me. I read it nearly every night, just to hear your voice.

