It is
never easy to write a good-bye letter even when you know when you are
expected to leave. When you don’t, it becomes almost impossible. I
would compare this to letters between spouses written during the war:
the desire to be upbeat and so present a cheerful front while on the
other a hand a need to share the terror.
At least
there is one question I can ignore: that I shall survive: answer – no.
But that leaves when and how painful.
My
incredible doctor popped in yesterday; he will never know how much
that meant to me. During the course of the conversation, he asked me
if I was feeling fearful and I was forced to say ‘no’. It would
have been dishonest but I am grieving for all the friends to whom I
shall be saying good-bye in the coming weeks, if only I knew how long
that is going to be. Yes, I am surprised at how quickly things have
deteriorated.
So is
this? Probably unless thing change for the better. So, let us treat
it as one. Thanks for your support and please keep it coming.
Much love
to you all, thanks for all the fish and farewell.
