Monk slowly made his way through the graveyard toward his wife's tombstone.
At his request, Sharona was waiting outside the gate while he did what had
to be done. Finally he saw it, and began to speak.
"Hello, Trudy," he said. "I guess you know what's been going on the last couple days. I'm so sorry about what I did, I just couldn't help myself. Without you to hold me back that's how I can become. You were the missing piece in my life, and that piece has been missing again for so long now, but I've never forgotten it was there."
Monk felt himself tearing up, but that didn't stop him. "I hope you can forgive me for what I let my life become with you gone. I know you wouldn't want me to descend into a psychotic condition just because you weren't there anymore. But it was the only thing I could think of to take my mink off of how much I missed you for the briefest of moments.
"And I do miss you, Trudy. I've missed you every day since you've been gone, and I'll keep missing you just as much until the day we're reunited." By now the tears were freely falling down his face, but he didn't care. "And there's one more thing. The last time I saw you, you said something to me that I never returned. Well, I'm returning it now. Bread and butter, Trudy. Till our hands touch again."
Monk gently stroked the stone, then walked back toward the car where Sharona was waiting. She looked confused. "Adrian, are you okay?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "You missed a button on your shirt." Monk looked down and saw it was true. He set about fixing it.
Sharona kept going, "So you didn't notice that the whole time since you put it on?" "No, I guess I didn't. Come on, Sharona. I'm ready to go home."
"Hello, Trudy," he said. "I guess you know what's been going on the last couple days. I'm so sorry about what I did, I just couldn't help myself. Without you to hold me back that's how I can become. You were the missing piece in my life, and that piece has been missing again for so long now, but I've never forgotten it was there."
Monk felt himself tearing up, but that didn't stop him. "I hope you can forgive me for what I let my life become with you gone. I know you wouldn't want me to descend into a psychotic condition just because you weren't there anymore. But it was the only thing I could think of to take my mink off of how much I missed you for the briefest of moments.
"And I do miss you, Trudy. I've missed you every day since you've been gone, and I'll keep missing you just as much until the day we're reunited." By now the tears were freely falling down his face, but he didn't care. "And there's one more thing. The last time I saw you, you said something to me that I never returned. Well, I'm returning it now. Bread and butter, Trudy. Till our hands touch again."
Monk gently stroked the stone, then walked back toward the car where Sharona was waiting. She looked confused. "Adrian, are you okay?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "You missed a button on your shirt." Monk looked down and saw it was true. He set about fixing it.
Sharona kept going, "So you didn't notice that the whole time since you put it on?" "No, I guess I didn't. Come on, Sharona. I'm ready to go home."