My letter to J, to be left on the alter tonight, in an early celebration of the Day of the Dead:

 

My Love,

Fifteen months ago, you left this world, left me.  You were in so much pain – to a degree that most people will never be able to fathom and that no one should ever have to endure.

I have felt a measure of that pain in your absence.  I have fought to endure it with a strength born of never-ending love.  I have taken your burden as my own, my dear.  My only hope and solace is that in doing so, you are finally at peace and out of pain.  No matter what that means, and in what shape it has taken.

I want you to know that there has not been one day where I have not thought of you.  Loved you; missed you.  The impact you had on my life is immeasureable and will never lose it’s significance.

I dreamed of you again last week.  Your embrace was as calming and as comforting as it always was in life.  I will keep that memory close as I continue on this path without you.

I loved you then, I love you now, and I will continue to love you until the day that I, too, leave this world and enter my Eternal Sleep.

Rest in Peace my Love.

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