Let me show you the photo at the side of my bed.. .It's of my Jack. Long gone now, of course. Like so many others. Can you see how smart he looked in that uniform? He really was something, all the girls were after him. But he chose me. I was lucky.

He came to see me regular, after he died. My daughter thought I was losing my marbles I think, when I told her. But that's alright, she'll understand one day. He's not been so often this last year or so. I'm glad, in a way. I'd hate for him to see me like this. Everything had to be just-so when I was younger. We had a lovely home, and I worked hard to keep everything looking smart. I never so much as had a hair out of place. Now I can't even feed myself, and I lie in this bed all day, waiting for someone to take me to the toilet or change my clothes. Maggie understands how proud I am, she sits for hours, brushing my hair. She's a good girl. Though I wish she would just accept the future. Whenever I mention the D word, she looks nervously around her and quickly changes the subject.

I know Jack's coming for me soon. I hear the whispered voices of the nurses when they think I'm asleep. But it's alright. I'll be happy to see him again; my soul mate. We've been apart too long.