London, June 6th 1937
Dear Will,
It has been 34 hours since you left me forever and the only reason why I only write now is the fact that I could not believe you are really gone. I woke up this morning and extended an arm to your side of the bed to touch you, but you were not here. Although I held you while you slipped away, kissed your tears and drowned in mine, reality does indeed sink in slowly. You cannot be gone, not you, not my sun, the light of my life. For over 60 years you were by my side, and although we promised to love each other till death do us part, I somehow never expected it to actually happen. We cheated death so often, why not this time? Why have you left me, cariad?
The children are still here and do their best to comfort me. Jamie feels my despair but I will not break in front of them. The nights will be the worst, when our home is quiet and I won't hear you breathe next to me. How am I supposed to live forever when even another day seems impossible?
Remember our last day in the sun. We watched Owen play in the garden and you laughed at him for stumbling into the pond, still the silly boy inside you have always been. The world will never be the same for me, but I promise you to keep holding on because I know you wanted me to. I wonder if you can look down on us now, watching us mourn you and shaking your head because you want us to be happy instead. Or maybe Jem is right and we will be reborn? I will find you then, my love, I will find you in another life and make you mine again because even though in the end you were not immortal, our love surely is.
I need to go and say goodbye to the children now because they are going home. The Institute will be so quiet and empty then. I don't know how I will endure this, Will. Please, be there, somehow. Please, if there is a God, don't take him away from me entirely. I need to know that when I reach out, there is at least your spirit I can hold onto.
I love you. Dwi'n dy golli di.
Tess