Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 8:44 pm
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Come Back To Me.
Letter or Monologue:
Cyril we spoke on the telephone the other night, somehow we were disconnected. You mentioned Jean is unwell and you, yourself haven’t been in the best of health. I’m sorry to hear this sad news.
Remember the time we met. It was back in 1972, in May of that year. I bought my new wife to live in Stanthorpe. You worked at the Ambulance Station and me across the road at the Police Station.
We’d been called to a farm where a young fellow hung himself. He’d been in Australia only a short time and missed his homeland. I held him whilst you severed the cord from around his neck. We lay him on a stretcher and transported him to the morgue.
We’ve been friends since that day, thirty-nine years. We’ve certainly crossed a few dry gullies together since then. Life has its ups and downs and as you would be aware of the many you, yourself have suffered and presently still continue to suffer. I still find it hard to believe you need to inject insulin four times per day to arrest your diabetes. It must be tough.
And poor Jean, you told me before we were disconnected she’d suffered three heart attacks and is unable to speak. This is terrible news. She is your soul mate, Cyril.
My life has gone on since I lost the one and only woman I ever loved. It’s been eight years since she passed on after losing her fight with cancer.
Actually, I thought at the time I’d never recover from losing her, but now have met another person very similar in personality. I’m in love again Cyril and never thought it was possible to love two people in one’s lifetime. They each are so similar in personality and habits. You’d swear I’d been with the one person for thirty-one years, yes Cyril we were married thirty-one years when I lost her, and then after a couple of years find another person so similar to continue my life. It frightens me at times.
I have a wonderful life.
Come back to me Cyril when you can and we’ll finish the conversation we were having on the telephone. If things get too tough think of the many times we sat around the kitchen table at Stanthorpe playing canasta when the temperature outside was below zero. We hungrily ate the pikelets you cooked so well.
Until then my friend remember I will always be there for you and Jean.
Word count: 425
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Come Back To Me.
Letter or Monologue:
Cyril we spoke on the telephone the other night, somehow we were disconnected. You mentioned Jean is unwell and you, yourself haven’t been in the best of health. I’m sorry to hear this sad news.
Remember the time we met. It was back in 1972, in May of that year. I bought my new wife to live in Stanthorpe. You worked at the Ambulance Station and me across the road at the Police Station.
We’d been called to a farm where a young fellow hung himself. He’d been in Australia only a short time and missed his homeland. I held him whilst you severed the cord from around his neck. We lay him on a stretcher and transported him to the morgue.
We’ve been friends since that day, thirty-nine years. We’ve certainly crossed a few dry gullies together since then. Life has its ups and downs and as you would be aware of the many you, yourself have suffered and presently still continue to suffer. I still find it hard to believe you need to inject insulin four times per day to arrest your diabetes. It must be tough.
And poor Jean, you told me before we were disconnected she’d suffered three heart attacks and is unable to speak. This is terrible news. She is your soul mate, Cyril.
My life has gone on since I lost the one and only woman I ever loved. It’s been eight years since she passed on after losing her fight with cancer.
Actually, I thought at the time I’d never recover from losing her, but now have met another person very similar in personality. I’m in love again Cyril and never thought it was possible to love two people in one’s lifetime. They each are so similar in personality and habits. You’d swear I’d been with the one person for thirty-one years, yes Cyril we were married thirty-one years when I lost her, and then after a couple of years find another person so similar to continue my life. It frightens me at times.
I have a wonderful life.
Come back to me Cyril when you can and we’ll finish the conversation we were having on the telephone. If things get too tough think of the many times we sat around the kitchen table at Stanthorpe playing canasta when the temperature outside was below zero. We hungrily ate the pikelets you cooked so well.
Until then my friend remember I will always be there for you and Jean.
Word count: 425
TO PURCHASE THIS BOOK PLEASE CLICK ONTO THIS LINK: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/120881.