The Note

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I’m sorry for your loss. Ed meant the world to everyone he met. I’ll miss seeing the two of you on your morning walks together. I’m sure you will find comfort in your many memories over the past 43 years together.

I still remember the first night I met Ed. It was at the block party right after I moved in sixteen years ago. He was so kind to introduce himself to the lonely, divorced, middle-aged mom of three. From that night on, I felt a part of this community.

But what I’ll miss the most is the way he kissed me in bed after you left for work. I’ll miss the smell of him on my pillows. I’ll miss the little gifts he would send; the flowers, my favorite coffee, the panties.

I’m sorry his last words were to me in your bed. At least he died happy.



Published by Jill Robinson

Speech-Language Pathologist. Writer. Athlete. Wife. Mother. Animal lover. Not necessarily in that order.

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