My dearest，

You’ve gone.And I can never get you back again——except by talking to you.It’s childish，I know.But perhaps it will give me some relief from the pent-up sorrow that makes me feel as if my heart will burst.

How often we gently scorned the people who used euphemisms for death!“She has left us.”“He has passed over.”Where was their strength，we wondered，that they could not acknowledge death for what it was，and speak of it as death?I understand them a little better now.But at least I will demand of myself the will to call death by itsown name.

I know what they were trying to do.They were attempting to conceal the ultimate finality……at least until they could bear it.Nature bestows a numbness on us at first，giving us time to adjust to the brutal truth.But the numbness does not last long enough，and the truth breaks through the veil and stabs us again and again.

Friends have been marvelous.They have surrounded me with affection and concern;they talk or fall silent as they perceive my mood;they bring gifts of flowers or themselves;they plan little outings and include me in their gatherings.They write letters that make the tears stream down my face，because they appreciated you so……they tell me，in warm words，how sweet you were，how brilliant，how witty，how talented，and how blessed they were to know you.It is a comfort to read of their appreciation，to realize that they were aware of all your wonderful qualities.But my loss，as I go over their words，grows greater and greater.I am utterly bereft.I have been abandoned;I feel as if apart of me has been amputated.For we were soclose，we knew each other so well，we were so attuned to each other’s moods——different though we were in a dozen respects.

There was one letter that helped me more than most.It came from an editor whom you never met.She told me something which has been a kind of bulwark，for she said，“No one truly dies who is remembered with love.”

And I know this is true.I remember you with love.I remember everything about you，with undying love.When I think I cannot stand the loneliness any more，something will come to mind，something that I loved in you and it gives me the courage，if only momentarily，to go on.

So that is what I will do，as I write to you.I will think of the things that made our life together the charmed experience it was.I will remember you with love.

我的唯一：

我?guī)缀醪桓蚁嘈拍阋呀?jīng)離開(kāi)我整整一年了。從一方面說(shuō)，這是我生命中最漫長(zhǎng)的一年，最可怕的一年，也是最黑暗的一年。但從另一方面說(shuō)，似乎我們那次最后的相見(jiàn)就發(fā)生在昨天，你臉上帶著淡淡的、美麗的微笑，因?yàn)槟憬K于找到了安寧。我站在病床前，注視著你，似乎永遠(yuǎn)也看不夠……當(dāng)我意識(shí)到我已失去了你的時(shí)候，由于悲傷我變得麻木了。

你在病痛中生活了那么久。你為此而寫的那首詩(shī)讓我心如刀絞，因?yàn)檫@來(lái)自于你的內(nèi)心。你時(shí)常告訴我，你不懼怕死亡，當(dāng)死亡來(lái)臨時(shí)你會(huì)愉快地迎接它。但你也曾許諾盡可能長(zhǎng)久地與我待在一起，你的確如此做了，盡管你希望自己離去。現(xiàn)在死亡像朋友一樣到來(lái)了，你得到自由了。

而我如今卻被束縛住了。我被束縛在生活中、束縛在悲痛中，失去了你，我被迫獨(dú)自繼續(xù)生活下去。

我曾經(jīng)努力地挽留你;我曾經(jīng)回避那不可回避的事實(shí)，似乎只要我忽視它就可以戰(zhàn)勝它。當(dāng)我站在你的身旁，我才最終知道我面對(duì)的是什么，這幾乎使我無(wú)法承受。

正是從那時(shí)起，我開(kāi)始給你寫信，那些信使我明白我欠了你那么多，我從你那里得到了那么多。那些信拯救了我，也許現(xiàn)在我已能足夠堅(jiān)強(qiáng)地生活下去——不是如我過(guò)去所認(rèn)為的那樣失去了你，而是與你同在。如同那語(yǔ)言清晰完美的編輯所說(shuō)的那樣，被人們滿懷愛(ài)戴之情回憶的人是不會(huì)真正死去的，而我正是滿懷愛(ài)戴之情回憶你，用我心里的全部的愛(ài)。

你與我同在。當(dāng)我坐在你做的針繡花邊的椅子上時(shí)，你就在那兒。當(dāng)我抬頭看看掛著你的畫(huà)的墻壁時(shí)，你就在那兒。當(dāng)我坐在桌旁，凝視著你繡的小墊布時(shí)，當(dāng)我躺在床上，蓋著你用鈞針編織的軟毛毯時(shí)，當(dāng)我為參加晚宴著裝，戴上你為我做的金手鐲和耳環(huán)時(shí)，你就在那兒。你的書(shū)籍排列在書(shū)架上，你的詩(shī)歌被我讀了一遍又一遍，你那會(huì)說(shuō)話的眼睛從我書(shū)桌上的照片里凝視著我。

我不會(huì)失去你，我最愛(ài)的人。我只能回憶我們共有的歡笑，我們一起度過(guò)的日子，你與病痛抗?fàn)幍挠職猓銓?duì)待生命的態(tài)度，我因此而得以充實(shí)和提高。現(xiàn)在我知道我不會(huì)失去你，因?yàn)槲乙褲M懷愛(ài)戴之情回憶你，你將陪伴著我，直至我生命的最后一天。