The day Harriet returned I was in bed. Surrounded by my daughter and sons, talking to me.

My loving, passionate Harriet came to me with a smile on her face. The girl and woman I fell in love with, was there to see me. See me again.

I reached my hand out to her but my son took it and I said:

“Your mother is waiting for me. I’m tired. We’ll see each other soon’ my voice began to fade.

“I promised Harriet I’ll go to her”

I felt her soft hands touch mine. Leading me to a bright light in the hallway.

I heard faint crying as I walked hand in hand with my Harriet.