Had a bit of a weepy time today — though sort of in a good way, realising how much he taught me.
At the computer tonight, pausing to ponder something, my mind quiet and open, I heard, as from a long way off, him calling my name, 'Rosemary', as if to get my attention. When I listened, he called again: 'I love you.'
It was always his way of reassuring me, his ultimate, when-the-chips-are-down message, and he always meant it.
I took a moment to digest it, then I said out loud, 'I love you too.'