Solitary And Proud
I'll Be Waiting For You.
I turned over the envelope and prized my fingers under the opening and pulled, out came my letter.
It was written by a typewriter as always. His most treasured possession. But it was always signed in his messy scrawl.
I began to read:
Dear Carla,
Thank you. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me. I’ll never forget you.
A Thought surfaced in my mind. What did he mean thank you, I’ll never forget you?
This is very hard for me to say but I may not be able to speak to you for a while, I’m. I’m going away and it will be impossible for me to write. Please do not reply to this letter as it will not reach me where I will be going. I want you to try and forget me if you can as I don’t know how long I will be gone and I don’t want you to be alone.
Try and forget him! Is he mad, how could I possibly forget him?
I just want you to know I love you very much and I have never felt this way before about anyone. Ever. You are my one and only and I could never live without you. Everyday I think of you. You are the light of my life, your flame burning strong keeping me out of the darkness. You give me the energy to get through the day, to get through the night. Without you I would be nothing. I would be alone.
I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes travelled across these words.
I love you so much Carla, you will be forever in my heart and I will never forget you!
Goodbye my love, Goodbye my friend,
Until the day when we met again.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I love You From
Joe Jackman
I held the letter in my shaking hands reading and re-reading the words only certain phrases sticking in my head. ‘I’ll never forget you’ ‘until the day we meet again’ ‘forget me’ ‘where I’ll be going’ ‘I’ll be waiting’. Nothing was making sense right now.
I wanted to reply but I knew it would be too late. It took two whole weeks for our letters to finally arrive at the desired destination as we lived on opposite sides of the world. Then a thought struck my mind, why had it taken a whole month to arrive. I grabbed the envelope and turned it upside down and a smaller envelope fell out. I tore it open and out fell a piece of paper and a plane ticket. I looked at the letter first. It was written in vey neat handwriting.
Carla,
I’m so very sorry to tell you this but as I read the letter Joe had written you I knew he hadn’t told you.
That he had cancer
I stopped reading. ‘HAD’ he HAD cancer? I looked closer at the page and saw dried out tear drops.
And has recently passed away. We will be holding a funeral for him on the 24th of June. We hope you would be able to attend as we know how much it would have ment to him to have you there.
Love from all of us
Carolyn Jackman
(Joe’s Mother)
As the cab pulled up to the drive of a huge house set a little back from the road I paid the driver and stepped outside grabbing my bag. I stood in the drive way staring up at the many windows when a woman came flying at me with arms wide open. Her arms around my chest crushing me. As she pulled away I took in her face, this was defiantly Joe’s mother, she had the same deep brown eyes.
“Come this way honey, ill show you to your room”.
I followed her into the house amazed to see how different life was in Wilsbourgh. As we walked along the corridor she showed me to a guest room. I sat on the bed staring around.
“I’ll leave you to settle in I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything” she smiled as she left.
I smiled and replied “thank you”.
I got up off the bed and opened the door stood in the doorway staring down the corridor. There were six rooms and all but on was blank, the one that wasn’t had a name plaque. I walked closer to the door and felt tears well in my eyes as I read what was written.
Joe’s room
I opened the door and peered in. All was silent and still as though the room alone knew he had passed away. I slowly entered into the room and closed the door with a soft thud behind me. I saw his bed in the corner and walked over to it. I noticed under the bed there was a box I bent down and pulled it out. On the top was a note.
Carla,
I know you would come to my funeral these are for you. All of our photo’s from the very beginning. All of our memories. I want you to have them.
I took off the lid and pulled out a picture, it was the first picture we ever took together. Me holding the camera and Joe with his arms around me smiling, looking into the camera with those deep brown eyes. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes I couldn’t help but think that if I hadn’t of moved to America I could have been with him till the end. I put the lid back on the box picked it up and Sat on his bed and stared around the room. It was then I noticed his desk. His typewriter stood proud and solitary in the middle covered in dusk. I walked over to it and stared at the page in the typewriter.
On the page there were eight words.
That simply read.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I Love You Carla.
It was written by a typewriter as always. His most treasured possession. But it was always signed in his messy scrawl.
I began to read:
Dear Carla,
Thank you. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me. I’ll never forget you.
A Thought surfaced in my mind. What did he mean thank you, I’ll never forget you?
This is very hard for me to say but I may not be able to speak to you for a while, I’m. I’m going away and it will be impossible for me to write. Please do not reply to this letter as it will not reach me where I will be going. I want you to try and forget me if you can as I don’t know how long I will be gone and I don’t want you to be alone.
Try and forget him! Is he mad, how could I possibly forget him?
I just want you to know I love you very much and I have never felt this way before about anyone. Ever. You are my one and only and I could never live without you. Everyday I think of you. You are the light of my life, your flame burning strong keeping me out of the darkness. You give me the energy to get through the day, to get through the night. Without you I would be nothing. I would be alone.
I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes travelled across these words.
I love you so much Carla, you will be forever in my heart and I will never forget you!
Goodbye my love, Goodbye my friend,
Until the day when we met again.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I love You From
Joe Jackman
I held the letter in my shaking hands reading and re-reading the words only certain phrases sticking in my head. ‘I’ll never forget you’ ‘until the day we meet again’ ‘forget me’ ‘where I’ll be going’ ‘I’ll be waiting’. Nothing was making sense right now.
I wanted to reply but I knew it would be too late. It took two whole weeks for our letters to finally arrive at the desired destination as we lived on opposite sides of the world. Then a thought struck my mind, why had it taken a whole month to arrive. I grabbed the envelope and turned it upside down and a smaller envelope fell out. I tore it open and out fell a piece of paper and a plane ticket. I looked at the letter first. It was written in vey neat handwriting.
Carla,
I’m so very sorry to tell you this but as I read the letter Joe had written you I knew he hadn’t told you.
That he had cancer
I stopped reading. ‘HAD’ he HAD cancer? I looked closer at the page and saw dried out tear drops.
And has recently passed away. We will be holding a funeral for him on the 24th of June. We hope you would be able to attend as we know how much it would have ment to him to have you there.
Love from all of us
Carolyn Jackman
(Joe’s Mother)
As the cab pulled up to the drive of a huge house set a little back from the road I paid the driver and stepped outside grabbing my bag. I stood in the drive way staring up at the many windows when a woman came flying at me with arms wide open. Her arms around my chest crushing me. As she pulled away I took in her face, this was defiantly Joe’s mother, she had the same deep brown eyes.
“Come this way honey, ill show you to your room”.
I followed her into the house amazed to see how different life was in Wilsbourgh. As we walked along the corridor she showed me to a guest room. I sat on the bed staring around.
“I’ll leave you to settle in I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything” she smiled as she left.
I smiled and replied “thank you”.
I got up off the bed and opened the door stood in the doorway staring down the corridor. There were six rooms and all but on was blank, the one that wasn’t had a name plaque. I walked closer to the door and felt tears well in my eyes as I read what was written.
Joe’s room
I opened the door and peered in. All was silent and still as though the room alone knew he had passed away. I slowly entered into the room and closed the door with a soft thud behind me. I saw his bed in the corner and walked over to it. I noticed under the bed there was a box I bent down and pulled it out. On the top was a note.
Carla,
I know you would come to my funeral these are for you. All of our photo’s from the very beginning. All of our memories. I want you to have them.
I took off the lid and pulled out a picture, it was the first picture we ever took together. Me holding the camera and Joe with his arms around me smiling, looking into the camera with those deep brown eyes. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes I couldn’t help but think that if I hadn’t of moved to America I could have been with him till the end. I put the lid back on the box picked it up and Sat on his bed and stared around the room. It was then I noticed his desk. His typewriter stood proud and solitary in the middle covered in dusk. I walked over to it and stared at the page in the typewriter.
On the page there were eight words.
That simply read.
I’ll be waiting for you.
I Love You Carla.