Alone I walk an unknown route,
My late wife guiding every step.
She calls to me with arms outstretched,
She calls me to eternal rest.
Please do not grieve when I am gone,
I am content to fade away.
My loving wife she calls to me,
She is calling me today.
Towards the light I turn my face,
And leap into her arms,
My beautiful wife she calls to me,
She calls me to my grave.
“Jessica! Jessica where are you?”
Scrabbling through the undergrowth I broke out into the open field. Frantically scanning the area I noted a dot of colour in the distance…
“Jessicaaaa!”
Bursting into a sprint I rushed towards my daughter. Tears streaked behind me as I ran, the icy wind whipping them away. I pushed my body to go faster, ignoring the intense burning ripping through the muscles in my legs.
When I reached my destination I all but collapsed. Stooping low I reached out to her, willing her to be alright, but as my fingers curled around the shoulder of her coat I realised something was not right. There was no warmth; in fact there was no resistance beneath the coat.
“NO!” I screamed. Cold dread filled my body as the pile of clothing in front of me revealed that I was still to find my baby girl…
