It’s been four years since I’ve seen him; the war has taken so many lives it’s foolish to think that he’s still alive, but the chance that he is still out there, fighting in Europe, I have to cling to that hope, I have to believe that he is coming back. But I just can’t. It was 1940 when Jim left to go to Europe to fight on the front, I remember the day before he left like it was yesterday. The docks were the last place I was able to see him before he got onto that boat to leave to Europe. Our last moment of intimacy the night before left my heart in shatters as I saw his face slowly slip into the oblivion of which I could not see. As his face drifted from my vision I only remember walking home, my sight blurry and distorted from the constant
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He died that day, and so did a part of my heart. My son’s death caused me so much anguish and pain, he was my future, my light, my hope. I would tell him stories of his brave father, that one day he would be able to meet the man he had looked up to for so long. But he’ll never have that now, he didn’t even get to see his own father. Since then my life was so dark I might as well have been dead, I stopped writing letters, and there was no hope in them for me anymore. Every night was torture as I would imagine him crying in the living room only to see no one there. Tears enveloped my eyes everyday day of my life since then, the pain was unbearable. It had been one year since our son’s death and I still had not moved on, I barely left the house or went to work at the factory. It was on the fifth of the seventh, 1944 when I received it. When I received the one thing that turned me to where I am now. I remember it like it was yesterday, probably because it was. An army vehicle appeared outside the house and two soldiers came to the door. They handed me a slip of paper. I couldn’t believe it felt like my heart had exploded into tiny pieces. I just want to say that I loved you Jim, if only you could have been there to see our son. Today all I want to do is get rid of the pain that is enveloping me and rid myself of the darkness in my heart. I’m sorry it had to be this way.
He died that day, and so did a part of my heart. My son’s death caused me so much anguish and pain, he was my future, my light, my hope. I would tell him stories of his brave father, that one day he would be able to meet the man he had looked up to for so long. But he’ll never have that now, he didn’t even get to see his own father. Since then my life was so dark I might as well have been dead, I stopped writing letters, and there was no hope in them for me anymore. Every night was torture as I would imagine him crying in the living room only to see no one there. Tears enveloped my eyes everyday day of my life since then, the pain was unbearable. It had been one year since our son’s death and I still had not moved on, I barely left the house or went to work at the factory. It was on the fifth of the seventh, 1944 when I received it. When I received the one thing that turned me to where I am now. I remember it like it was yesterday, probably because it was. An army vehicle appeared outside the house and two soldiers came to the door. They handed me a slip of paper. I couldn’t believe it felt like my heart had exploded into tiny pieces. I just want to say that I loved you Jim, if only you could have been there to see our son. Today all I want to do is get rid of the pain that is enveloping me and rid myself of the darkness in my heart. I’m sorry it had to be this way.