by Una Kenefick
Dear Jack, I have been staring at this page for too long, and wondering why it is so difficult to talk to you, when only a short time ago it was all I ever did. I am sorry for the fighting, I am sorry for the disappointment, I am sorry we are not who we once were. I am not sorry for the laughter, the Sunday dinners or that I know now how to play golf (thank you). I wish you, and me, a happy life, and know this is the beginning of it, even though it doesn’t feel like it right now. I am sorry to say I am keeping your favourite hoodie but really, I am not sorry at all. Still, with love.
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Una Kenefick is one of many Irish living and working in New York. She is a member of Woodside Writers Group.