It's Been 4 Weeks Without You
(a letter to Linda)
by Richard Markland


Hello, Sweetheart.

 

I can’t finish the day without letting you know how much I still love you. This has been a very difficult week because I am beginning to realize more and more how the days are quickly passing by without you by my side.

 

When I woke up this morning, it was a day I didn’t want to be a part of. There was something about knowing it has been exactly 4 weeks since you’ve left me that caused my grief to be a bit deeper today.

 

I showed different friends your picture. Many have known of your ordeal, and I wanted to honor your memory by showing the very photo I love more than any other.

 

I have been crying a lot this week, and today I once again had a very difficult time not mourning the loss I feel. I still shut my eyes, when thinking about you. If only I could open them, and you would be sitting next to me.

 

Linda, I want to thank you for allowing me to be the one person who took care of you more than anyone else, and I would have done it no matter how long it would have taken.

 

If you could look into a mirror and see how your being gone has affected me, it would show a knife inserted in the very place my heart use to be. Each nerve has been severed and the blade was placed with precision. I have tried to pull it out, but it simply won’t move.

 

We became very close in the last months. When holding you, before you died, I knew losing you would be the hardest thing I have ever faced.  Little could I have realized how deep the loss would be felt.

 

Since I am now alone, I listen to the music we both loved the most. The quietness of it helps me to write my thoughts. I can still see you lying on the couch with your eyes shut, when you listened to it, as I held your legs across my lap. So many times all I could do was look at you with tears streaming down my face.

 

I wish you were next to me this evening and that I would wake up with you by my side. Since all I have are memories, I realize your beauty will never leave me.

 

Thank you, sweetheart, for being a part of my life.