'tomorrow' did not come

You and I had a happy marriage of 7 years and 10 months.

You and I have never had a quarrel.
I have never seen you get angry or irritated.
I have never seen your tears.
I have never seen you in a bad temper.

You said to me,
"I'm suffering from an incurable cancer.
I'm not afraid of death but I feel so sad to say
good bye to you and yayoi.

Thank you, karin.
I am happy that I got married you.
I have a daughter.
I feel as if I lived an ordinary lifetime.
I am all right."

I tried my best to make him happy.

March 17 in 1974 was Sunday.

My daughter and I went to a hospital to meet him.
We spent a happy day in his sickroom.

We talked a lot.
We laughed a lot.
We ate delicious strawberries.

"See you tomorrow!" was his last word.

His condition took a sudden turn for the worse
late that night.

He went into a coma and passed away in the small hours
of March 19 in 1974--after 2 weeks in hospital.

I've missed you deeply since you passed away.
I always think of you.
I do sincerely love you.