Tomorrow I travel to Cyprus , 40 days since my wife lost her long courageous battle against cancer . 46 years after first laying eyes on her , little did we both know all that time ago , both 17 years old , that one day we would be husband and wife and that she would fall in love with Cyprus the sunny island in the Mediterranean that gave birth to the goddess of love Aphrodite , and that it would be her ultimate and permanent resting place .
My English rose , I used to call her , wont tell you what she called me ..
Do I miss her , have the tears dried up , has the strange lonely feeling receded , has the memory of 46 years dwindled , I wonder how long it takes , maybe never but momentarily for two weeks my thoughts will be with the new generation , their lives will take priority their laughter and cries will somehow invalidate the sadness and emptiness the feeling of utter despair filled with anger and hopelessness against the enemy that won the day and took my rose away.