"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

I was at the door. I could hear my wife weeping. I slowly opened the door and entered.

“ I really can’t forget you ! I can no longer live even for a moment without you ! I . . . I do love you very much ! I always miss you so much ! ”

I was just quiet and listening to her , uttering these sentences , sitting on a chair close to the window , having some thing in her hand.

She then continued :

“ Do you know what love means? Please . . . please be as I wish ! ”

Having uttered these sentences , she suddenly burst into heavy tears.

I was almost dry. I went to my room to change my clothes . It had been raining for about eight hours .

She was still weeping.

I went to the window and looked out . It was almost dark and raining hard.

I didn’t talk to my wife who was still crying and I didn't want to make my presence known , too. I had recently got used to that situation.

I remembered I had left the umbrella at the door. So I went to the door and opened it softly and took the umbrella. As soon as I turned , I suddenly sneezed. She turned to me and was shocked seeing me wearing those clothes , realizing that I had just arrived.

“ David ! You hadn’t put on these clothes while you were leaving this morning. Had you? ” , asked she wonderfully.

“ No ! ” , I answered and went to the kitchen.

I was right. She was holding my picture in her hand.

“ Are you all right Caddy ? ” , I shouted.

“ Yes, I come to you right now. The dinner is ready. We will eat together ”, said she.

“ Sit down ! ” , I told her as soon as she entered the kitchen.

“ But you are hungry , aren’t you ? ” , she asked.

“ I am , but I want to talk to you for some minutes ” , I said.

When she sat , I took her two hands in mine and said : “ Dear , were you weeping again ? Hadn’t you promised me not to do that any more ? ”

She started crying again , putting her head on my shoulder.

“ I can’t always be as you wish. I have my own world of ideas which I respect much. I have often told you this. Haven’t I ? ” , said I , hugging her and continued :

“ You know I love you so much ”.

“ I love you so much , too. I own you my David. Be mine . . . Be as I wish . . . Please . . . Please ” , she said requestedly.

“ Oh ! . . . It’s late. I go to sleep. Good night ! ” said I and stood.

Two weeks later , when I was in my office , I was informed that she was taken to the sanatorium.

Vahid Norouzalibeik