That Endless Cold Deep
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When my wife was alive, we always joked that we’d find a way to contact each other if there really was an "other side". She’d be the wind in the chimes on a still day, or I’d be the hidden note in the desk drawer that reads: "I’m okay. I love you."
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That Endless Cold Deep

by thethingthatwill

When my wife was alive, we always joked that we’d find a way to contact each other if there really was an "other side".

She’d be the wind in the chimes on a still day, or I’d be the hidden note in the desk drawer that reads: "I’m okay. I love you."

She passed away a few weeks ago after a long bout with cancer.

It shattered my heart into pieces, but a small part of me was glad she finally found peace, and that her days of suffering were over.

Yesterday, I finally found the courage to scatter her ashes into the Atlantic Ocean, as I was sure she would have wanted.

My hands shook as I pulled the last handful of my wife’s remains from the beautiful wooden box the funeral home had given me.

I never should have looked inside of that empty box.

Crudely carved inside the bottom of the box, in shaky but deliberate scrawl:

*WHY DID YOU BURN ME*

*FEEL EVERYTHING*

*FOREVER*

My blood turned to ice as I helplessly watched every speck of my wife float apart into the forever of that endless cold deep.

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