From Madam'zelleGiry - Little acts of kindness
My husband is a very good man. There were thousands of things I adore about him, but the quality I find most admirable in him is his kindness. Towards me, towards the little boys Holmes employed, to Mrs. Hudson, to Holmes himself, to the Yard, to his patients, to strangers—he employs the same generosity and gentility to all. It was that kindness that made me fall in love with him, perhaps beginning with some of first words he spoke to me: "I shall be both proud and happy if I can be of any service." Perhaps more so on the ride to the Sholto place, when he endeavored to raise my spirits with stories of his war days. Perhaps the most so when he cried out "Thank God!" when I lost my chance for fortune (of the material kind, anyway). I shall always remember the way he draped his jacket over my shoulders as we left our wedding, the flowers I woke up to the morning of our first anniversary, the quiet nights where we lay side by side and he stroked my hair until I fell into dreams. I have been a lucky woman. Even now, he offers me all he can to ease my pain. Whatever awaits me in the next world, I am grateful for the joy I have had in this earthly one. Thank God, thank God, for my John. I know I'll see him again.
I gave myself feels...why...why did I do this to myself...