It happed so long ago, a memory which inhabits the shadow land.
She been complaining about a headache, then doctors, hospital
and her illness was fatal. It happed so quickly it was difficult to take
It in. After the funeral there was a reception at the flat we had
Shared, her sister had arranged for a cafe to deliver cakes, coffee
and sandwiches. Since most of the furniture and ornaments had
belonged to her relatives were eying pieces they liked, and
touching her dresses. I found this distressing and hoped they would
soon leave; they did and left me to do the washing up.
In the afternoon I walked along the river when I suddenly sensed
her presence, a strong surge, a force of love walked beside me.
For weeks she was always there, late at night and in the morning,
It gave me strength to continue. Only gradually did she let go,
only came back when I was in deep anguish and didn’t know how to
get through the day. Then one morning, and it was May, she was gone
it was as she was sure now I could cope with life.
