"This can not be happening...it is all so unfair! I just can't accept you are gone. My friend, my companion, the one I wanted to grow old with. You had so many things to do, so many moments to live... We had swore to be always together, in good and in bad moments. If I only had been able to, I willingly would have given my life it it saved yours. What sense does mine have if you are not by my side, anyway?...I remember when you first came to Ireland. During our trip in the boat, you kept telling me how very nervous you were about meeting my family, but it took you one minute and one smile to have them on your side. Even Kieran, the one who disliked most the idea of our marriage. That was you. It was impossible being angry or annoyed with you. You were strong willed, and defended your ideas, but did it in such a soft, subtle way that you avoided all kind of arguments. You used to ask me when did I realize I was in love with you, and I always told you there was not a moment, but there was one. Probably you didn't even see me, but it was when I saw you with those blue, turkish style trousers. I saw you through the window, and in that moment I realized you were not like your sisters, or like any other Lady. You wanted to live your life and be the owner of it, and not depend on a well suited husband.
I won't forget how absurd and boring you found your London season, and being presented to the King and Queen. What for any other young Lady was the way to fulfill all her childhood dreams, for you was an old fashioned, innecesary ceremony. You made me laugh so much with what you told me...it was that day we managed to go on a picnic, remember it? It was my free day, and you said you wanted to see a friend you had met in London. You asked Mrs Patmore to prepare you some sándwiches, and we met by the fence...thank God no one saw us.
And when the war broke out, I even loved you more for your active commitment with wounded soldiers. True, I would have never fought under the flag of a country that was dominating mine with an iron fist, but however I felt sorry for all those young soldiers sent to fight and die. It wasn't their war, either...what a big, big loss of lives and hopes.
Do you listen? It's our baby, who seems to guess you won't be here to guide her. I only hope she has inherited your strength and your tenderness. And I promise you I will tell her how very special her mother was, and how much you loved her. Do you want to see her one last time?
Mrs Hughes has brought me a cup of tea. She is one of the few who understood since the very beginning what I felt for you...It was such a shock for everybody, down and upstairs. I do respect Mr Carson, but it hurt me the way he treated me after we announced our engagement to your family. And your father's attitude...I wouldn't have left you not even for a million pounds.
How very, very gorgeous you were in our wedding, and what a big surprise you had when you saw your sisters...I knew it was important for you to have your family near in such a day, and I expected your parents would go...and when Mary got married, the last thing we could expect was your Granny sending us money to come to the wedding...that was the first time I felt I was a member of the family, when Matthew asked me to be his best man.
Edith is here, she wants to say you farewell before they take you away from me. I love you so, so very much...please wait for me, Sybil, my sweet, brave Sybil. I will miss you each day of my life"