QUOTE : You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist. Sometimes I have this awful picture of waking up in our house in B. and, looking out to the sea, hearing the news from the waves themselves, <i>He died last night</i>. We missed out on so much. It was a coma. Tomorrow I go back to my coma, and you to yours.