Vic Hassett 28-1-1948 to 26-3-2012
by Karen Hassett
(Mulbarton Johannesburg South Africa)
It’s a month today and the pain is unbearable, I can’t stop thinking of you and how much I miss you. I wish you were here to see how everybody loved you, how much you meant to your children, your daughter-in-laws and your grandchildren. I wish you could hold me once more and tell me you are OK where you are. That you are happy and have met all our loved ones that have passed on, and you are not alone.
What I long for now is so much more meaningful than my frivolous wishes of last month. To touch you, to feel you, to hold you and hear you. To see your smile and hear the laughter in your voice. Our house is not a home without you more like an empty shell.
Our dreams, hopes and happiness seemed to have died with you. I feel as if I died with you and am just here in body.
The way you left us was so terrible, we knew you were suffering but never expected that you would go in an accident, and it would take 24 hours before we found out what had happened and where you were. The worry and frustration of not being able to do anything for you, or be with you when you breathed your last will never leave us.
They say time is a great healer, but today the pain is worse than last month, I miss you so much and will always love you. Not an hour goes past without me thinking of you. I remember our song “Total Eclipse of my Heart” and now know that is what I am going through, no more sunshine just dark and painful days ahead.
I love you, you will always be my "baby-shoes". Rest in peace until we meet again
Your loving wife