She was always by my side.
An account of the last days of the life of Keiichi Morisato.
Dedicated to our family, both mortal and devine, and to the Goddess Belldandy who made my life the happiest in all of history.
If you are reading this, it is because you know who Belldandy truly is. More than 60 years ago, I accidentally called the goddess help line and was granted one wish. My wish to have a goddess like Belldandy by my side forever was kind of meant as a joke, but when she granted me that wish she gave me the happiest life ever known by any moral.
I am now 88 years old, and I will not see 89. It is the end of a "normal human lifespan". My body is falling apart, I hurt all over and can no longer take care of myself. This normal human lifespan was a sort of wedding gift from the Almighty. Over sixty years of marriage to Belldandy came after that blessing,though to her this seems a much smaller amount of time than it does to me. She is now coming to terms with the idea that our life with her by my side forever will soon be over.
Back when we first met, I tricked her. It was one of the few times I ever wanted to be apart from her, and it was only to buy her a ring for Christmas. I secretly worked many hard jobs so that I could surprise her and she knew something was wrong but trusted me. Now as my life draws to a close, I am tricking her again. Every day I send her away for some time apart from me, I tell her that it is so that she can feel better for a while. She hates this, but I tell her to trust me. What she doesn't know is that I've been writing in this journal all the time she is away. I want to give her one more surprise when I am gone because I can see the pain she is in and I wonder how long a goddess like her grieves.
This journal is that surprise. It is a surprise for Belldandy, but also for all of our friends and children who truly know us. As we now spend all night going through our scrapbooks and talking about our memories, I am making this written account of our lives together. Most people have only heard about our first two years together, before we were even married. Each day I have the strength, I write a little more of what I can remember. One day I will stop writing forever. When that day comes, Urd knows the location of this journal and will give this final gift to Belldandy and to you.
I don't know what else to say.
Except, I love you Belldandy.