My dearest Steven, I am so sad I can't hardly stand it. Can I wake up please God? I want this to be some kind of mistake, but time and a funeral tell me this is no mistake.
I wear your robe all the time. I'm sure you don't mind. I haven't been able to open your wallet, such a personal thing. I found a beautiful necklace in your closet. It was still in the case. I thought since you never gave it to me, it must be for someone else. But the receipt shows it was purchased the same day as my wedding ring. Who keeps a necklace for 20 years and doesn't give it to their wife? Maybe you were saving it for when I had our child. Sorry I miscarried.
You are with our child now. I said a girl and you said a boy. Now you know who was right. Oh Steven, come home to me.