Share The Happiness

My Dear Ms. Watkins, My name is Marvin Malloy, I live in Arizona, USA, I am an Eighty-four-year-old widower. I was fascinated by your recent magazine picture. Now I do know that you will never see this letter, for I believe that you have readers to sort out the good from the not- so- good ones, before they are passed on to you. This one will go into the not so good pile, but for my own satisfaction I will write it anyway. After seeing your picture, I noticed your eyes; I could see the hurt of losing your husband. I looked deeper, and I could also see flashes of happiness moving in. Having had these same experiences, I would very much like to have a conversation with you about our losses and how we dealt with them. No press and no politics- just two people who need someone to talk to and listen to. I will be in London on holiday in thirty days, staying in a Bed and Breakfast whose name escapes me now. If you care to, let’s set up at least a thirty-minute appointment to just talk. To the reader who is reading this, have a heart and put this in the interesting pile. Thank you for your time and God Bless. Marvin Malloy 222-555-5015. Time was slipping away, and the day of his leaving was drawing closer. He was becoming anxious to start his trip.