The letter you always wanted to writeI felt jealous of you to begin with: echoes of your happy life spent in your large, wisteria-clad Victorian house, family heirlooms, your art room, an air of slight shabbiness – the way you wanted it. Perhaps I should have been more alarmed when I saw the post-wake decorations still festooned around the dining room, your smiling photograph on an easel, mementoes all around, photos of your family life.It felt odd sleeping in your bed, your things on the bedside table, your clothes still hanging up. I thought your poor grieving husband needed help. Read More

Source:: The Guardian