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I never loved Patrick and his death was no more of an impact then the death of the clerk at the supermarket. The absence of a familiar face.
If I had loved him, even a little, the pain would be enormous. How can one live after ‘half’ of them is gone?
I could imagine having married my beloved; no. I could not have lived without him. If he had loved me half as much as I had loved him, if we had shared our lives, I could not breathe without him.
Fortunately, I suppose, I never married the man I loved and never loved the man I married.
I will never know the torment that my neighbour Louise experienced. Never feel incomplete without my husband as Louise did.
I recall, when Fred, Louise’s husband died, and she collapsed and could barely function, Patrick said to me; “I guess we are lucky…”
I had looked at him, one of those rare moments when our souls touched and thankfully, agreed.
