A letter to my wife

Since you've gone, ten months have passed. Spending daily life, but I know I still can't go back to ordinary days.

Sometimes I eagerly want to see you when I find some trivial things that I want to talk to you. Then I remember the time we spend together drinking some beer, wine, awamori, and a lot of stuff, talking stupid things until the middle of the night for 17 years of our relationships.

These days I spend my time making something creative. It's not different that I used to do when I was with you. But I miss you because I can't get critics from you. Your critics were severe and sharp, but they were credible, I think.

Around our kitchen, I organized what I can handle. But I still can't touch your clothes, bags, shoes in your closet at all.

It was so missing you that you were not there in our rice field. We did rice planting until harvest last year as usual. We've done for 13 years, can you believe it?

Also, my daughter and I cleaned the villa of my aunt end of last year as a usual event. We went to eat sushi after cleansing as a reward of work.
And then we went to Karaoke; I sang your favorite song you used to sing. It was great, but a little bit was touching, that almost made me cry.

I want to laugh with you that causes the stomachache we used to do. When I'm writing down like this, this will never stop. So I have to end it up. I'll write to you again soon.

Bye!