The light of life shines upon me. The sun. I live in every detail of it. Throws a glance. Across the sky, across the horizon. Not over my shoulder. The wind through my hair. The rain on my forehead. On the ground. On the grass. Birds, cars, crickets. Just a normal day. But I have longed for it. I’m alive. It’s in my blood. 

It's in my blood. 

But I have succeeded. I think I’ve had it nice. 

Are you happy with your life? 
Well, I don’t know about happy. Had my husband been alive I would’ve been happier. But it’s been two and half years since he passed. 

Wasn’t it terribly difficult to tell your husband when you married?

Yes, horrible, it was awful. But he understood. That is what made it go so well. But you heard when I told you about when I sat there and he noticed there was something I had to say. He looked tense and I had to tell him eventually. When would I tell him. When is it best to tell him? But I couldn’t get it out. So eventually he grabbed me and I got to say it and it was nice to hug him and tell him. I thought it was a nice moment, when I told him. He was very kind… but now I think he had to suffer an awful lot for my sake. 

You said you'd always be here
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