That little sweet love notes

JUST finished reading John Grisham’s The client when l decided to flip open his next book on my bedside table when l stumbled upon my late husband John (Duncan)’s little sweet love note glued under the cover…

It was John’s handwritten note for me along his Christmas gift ‘– a Grisham’s book cause he knew his wife was a big fan and voracious reader…

Then the memory just started flooding in. 

Tears was flowing for a good several minutes. How l miss him. It has been five painful, hard years and the missing is still as painful as ever…

Time like that  I was mighty glad that I live alone, that I don’t have to explain to anyone of my puffy eyes…

It was indescribable gut-wrenching pain in my chess when I realised that John was gone. That mixed feelings…between sweet memories and painful realisation… Feeling grateful and thankfulness for years that we spent together…The all ups and downs… the fights…

That I was married to a loving devoted husband in John, who was no more here to rescue me when I was having troubles…either with my car’s engine or punctured tyre or just when I needed his hugs after a long hard day at work… to comfort me whenever I felt the world was crumbling around me…

He wasn’t romantic in that sweet mushy tones. But he was, in nice doses. Where it mattered. Old fashioned gentleman, an old school who was raised to respect woman, treated woman the nicest possible way….And I miss him so badly…still is…after more than five years…A