P.S. I love you
My husband and I were on our way to Rome to renew our wedding vows in 2007, it was going to be a catalyst for a new beginning for both of us. Passionate, stormy relationship of many years, we could not live with or without each other. Shopping for last minute items before our trip, I received a phone call from him .. “Estee, I don’t know how to tell you this, I have six months to live, the doctor just called me”.. My immediate response was, “stop bothering me, I know you don’t like me shopping but I’ll be home in an hour or so”.. He responded with .. “No Estee, I’m telling you the truth”. I remember falling to my knees in the department store and not much else afterwards. I just knew by the sound of his voice that what he had told me was the truth, but what kind of doctor phones his patient to tell him he’s dying without making sure his patient has some kind of emotional support? All these thoughts going through my head.
I pull into the driveway and he is standing there waiting for me. I run from my car and he folds me into his arms. We both sob our hearts out and I only know that I love this man until the end. And that’s exactly what happened. I begged God to take me instead of him but he wouldn’t listen. Is that not the true epitaph of love?
Engraved on his tombstone…”Until we meet again”…
P.S. I loved you until the end.
copyright Es-tee Miller