Page 9 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

Then I remembered.
‘Tony, Tony I want to see him, I need to see him’.
‘It’s Ok Amber, I’m here to look after you’ Sherry got an extra pillow and put it behind my head. I’ll go and get us a cup of tea and something to eat. She went to leave.
‘No, no I have to make arrangements’, I went to put my feet to the floor but suddenly felt light headed. Sherry came to my side and put her arms around my shoulders. ‘Today we buried Tony, everything is over’.
‘NOOOOOOO, you can’t have!’ I screamed hysterically, ‘I DIDN’T SAY GOODBYE’.
‘The doctor gave you medication to help keep calm, you’ve been taken medication all week’, she squeezed me tight.
‘You’re telling me I have been out of it all week’, I replied uncontrollably.
Vague memories flooded my mind, crying, everyone in black, a coffin, so much crying......Angry and confused I started to rip off the dress, ‘I need to shower’. Pushing Sherry away I crawled to the bathroom. ‘Let me help you Amber’, Sherry begged with tears flowing.
‘I’m Ok, thank you’, I lied.
She’ll never get over losing Tony, Sherry thought as she sat and waited for Amber to finish taking her shower.
A little calmer I sat numb as I listened to Sherry explain the last few days. After a hot meal and a couple of glasses of wine I began to tell her all about the row I had with Tony.
‘He was tired after his trip I’m to blame I shouldn’t have nagged him’, I sobbed