Sadly we have had a horrible murder here on the North Shore. A woman caught a later bus home from work as she decided to do some over time and was viciously attacked when she walked a short distance home from the bus stop. All my women friends have found themselves dwelling on this horrible event as most of us walk a short distance home in the dark from our respective bus stops.
I keep thinking, if only Blessie Gotingco had decided not to do overtime, if only someone on the bus was walking the same way, if only of only if only. It is of course, a futile activity, just as is wishing if only my husband had taken more care of his crampons, if only he had stopped to put them on a bit further away from the edge, if only if only if only.
“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”
The above quote was read at our marriage and three week’s later at my husband’s funeral. I am going to try to remember to tell my loved ones how dear they are to me.