I came across an article yesterday and immediately started to think about Valentines day. I tend to go over board on any Holiday. I get it from my momma. We love to celebrate. My birthday is July. Not July 12th, it’s all of July.
Well Valentines is often hated on because it’s single’s awareness day or because you’re expected to buy roses and candy. I personally love giving and getting gifts. There’s nothing better than a heart shaped pizza and a maple doughnut.
After I read this article I wanted to cry. Archeologists found a mommy and as they invaded his privacy they found a letter. A letter from his pregnant wife that she sent to the grave with her husband. I immediately felt the sadness of this woman. My biggest fear is losing what I love. I love J with more emotion than I can describe.
Here is her letter:
"To Won's Father
June 1, 1586
You always said, "Dear, let's live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day. How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?
How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, "Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?" How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?
I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?
Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.
When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.
You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end [to my sorrows] that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here."
Here is her original, which was translated.
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Is your heart as wrenched as mine? “You are in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am.” <— That part killed me! I cannot imagine how awful losing the love of your life feels.
My point is no matter what happens tonight. Whether you get a kiss hello, a bag of candy, a bouquet of roses, a night away from the kids, or a romantic evening… it doesn’t matter just be thankful that you’re not burying you’re one love (too dramatic?).
How did that letter make you feel?
