13/12/1889

I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the beach that was below, where families laid on the warm sand and played all day long.

Where my wife and I used to sit and talk for hours, not bothering to check the time on our watches.

I remember how her dress laid on the grass, and her beautiful hair, that was the color of flames, blew around perfectly in sync with the breeze.

And how her entrancing eyes, deep as the ocean and blue as the sea shined in the sunlight. How her eyes lit up when she would talk with passion. And how she would hold my hand with such care and gentleness.

How I love her. And how I miss her.

I miss her laughter, her freckles, and her passion.

How she was kind to animals, and how birds didn’t fly away from her as they did from everyone else. And how she loved every part of nature whether it was the sand that was in between our toes, mud deep within the forest, or even the thorns on the roses stem.

Or how Audrey’s soul was pure and kind, like she was an Angel that was sent down from heaven just for me.

How she used to remind to take my coat every time I’d leave for work.

And how she reminded me to be kind and open minded.

How she used to cook, and made me taste her cooking before she served it.

How her nose was always in a book.

How she played sports and wore pants, regardless how others see or think of her.

Oh, How she changed my life. How she made it better. How depressing it was before her. And how it is depressing now that she’s gone, living her new life up above.

Does she remember me? Does she still love me like I do her?

Regardless of how she feels, I will always love her. And I will always miss her.

Oh, how I miss her, my sweet angel.