Diary Entry

18 December , 1912
Today, something strange happened to me. After the death of my beautiful wife, everything changed.
Every time, I hear her voice , I think that she is trying  to communicate with me  so I remember  all these times. The old times , when we would spend the rest of our lives together.
I'm confused, because I think that I'm crazy, but in a way  I am hopeful that she is here, trying  to tell me something.
I really don't know if she is here or not, but anyway, I would like if she were here with me, because I need to tell her how sorry  I am because of not paying the attention she needed in the last month of her life.