It has been 2 years since I lost you, but the pain is always there, just beneath the surface. Mostly a distance pain now. It is supposed to get easier, but I am not so sure at times. I still think of you and our life together sometimes. It is harder when my life seems to stand still as if waiting for the plans made to come true that never will. The years have seem to pass quickly. Early on I was angry at you for putting yourself into the position to get killed. You left me after promising me you wouldn’t leave me again and making plans with me for another life together. I never got the real chance to say goodbye. That was my biggest regret, not being able to tell you that I loved you and that I would always miss you. I now know you will never be coming back. I no longer feel angry at you for dying. My hatred has now turned towards your killer. I always go through the “what ifs…” - What if we hadn’t met again, what if you hadn’t been getting ready to sell the car what if … nothing can change what happened. I remember you every day and know in my heart I will see you at heaven’s door again. Love you still. Scarlett.
~ In remembrance of Daniel Christopher, April 1959 - November 2011 ~
Friend and Master