"The history of my days here is written, and the angel is about sealing the record.

I am going where the heart will never feel the touch of sorrow.

I wished to see you once more before I died; and you are here.

I have, once more, felt your breath upon my cheek; once more held your hand in mine.
For this my heart is grateful.

You had become the sun of my life, and when your face was turned away, the flower that spread itself joyfully in the light, drooped and faded.