After the ball everyone wanted me to draw and paint them, from people to their favourite pets.
I had been working long hours and hadn’t been out much but the one person that I thought of daily was Edith. The night of the ball we both became very close and we helped each other. Edith overcame her nerves and sang on stage and I felt the love of a woman again.
I never told her I loved her. I wish I had have told her, but when you say those words you can’t take them back and if she told me she didn’t love me back I would have been heartbroken. I could feel that she loved me and the feelings were intense. It was perhaps best that I hadn’t seen her as I would have lost concentration and needed to stay focused to get my work finished.
In life we all have to live with regrets and mine was that I never came to know her as well as I could have done. That I had been so wrapped up in what I was doing that I forgot about her. The thing about regrets is that when something terrible happens they haunt you even more.
The day Edith died, my world came tumbling down. I had lost my wife and that was painful enough, but Edith was my soul mate. We had this inner connection. The voices that I heard about her were just the beginning. We both shared a gift and that gift was that we were telepathic. Each of us knew and could feel each others hurt and pain. I could hear her talking to me telling me about her life and what she would be doing. I would scribble it down and keep the notes. One of the things was that she was going to the ball and was looking forward to it. She was excited and couldn’t wait. I discovered that she was at the ball that night. She had kept it from me when we spoke about it face to face, but her soul had told me she was going.
This young woman was afraid of most things, but she was the bravest person I knew. She saved my life. She loved everyone and wanted to help others. As she lay on the floor I told her that I loved her but I don’t think she heard me.
We spoke about my life and my work and she encouraged me to continue painting and that one day, I would make it.
What she didn’t get to see was the painting in the art gallery is a painting of her. I painted her portrait. Her short dark hair and hazel eyes and that smile. Underneath I wrote “Made With Love” It would entwine us both together forever. She was indeed made with love from above and I wanted the world to see this by also making her portrait with all of my love.
I won first prize and kept some of the money, but donated the rest to the hospital where she worked to help the injured and ill soldiers. She would have wanted that.
She remains in my heart and always will.