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"I love my wife. My wife died. "
A touching message of his beloved Richard Feynman, she never prochtet
- Dear Arlene,
I love you, honey.
I know how you like to hear it, but I do not write just to please you. I write because it is filled with warmth all inside me. I wrote you an awfully long time - almost two years. But I know, you do forgive me, stubborn pragmatism. I thought there's no point to write to you.
But now, my dear wife, I know that I must do something for so long postponed and so often done in the past. I want to say that I love you. I want to love you. I will always love you.
Logically, it's difficult to understand what it means to love you after you died, but I still want to protect you and care for you. And I want you to be loved and cared about me. I want to discuss with you the problems. I want to do different things together. Until now I do and did not occur. But we could do a lot together: sew clothes, to learn Chinese, to buy a film projector. And now I can do it? No. I'm all alone without you. You were the main generator of ideas and inspiration of all my crazy adventures.
When you're sick, you worried that you can not give me that what I needed, what you would like me to give. Do not have worried. There was no need. I always told you I love you just because you are. And now I understand it, ever. You have nothing you can give me, and I love you so much, I could never fall in love with someone else. And I want to be the way it was. Because even dead you are much better than anyone alive.
I know you say that I am stupid, what do you want me to be happy, and do not want to stand in my way. You might be surprised to learn that in the two years I have not even had a girlfriend (except you, my dear). And nothing you can do about it. I can not either. I do not understand. I have met many girls among them were very cute, and I do not want to be alone, but after a couple of visits, I realized that they were for me an empty space. I have only you. You are real.
My dear wife, I love you.
I love my wife. My wife died.
Rich.
PS: Please forgive me for not having sent this letter to you - I do not know your new address.
Richard Feynman was in love Arlene 13 years. And by the time the wedding Arlene was already seriously ill. In June 1945, Arlene Feynman, the wife of the outstanding American physicist Richard Feynman died of tuberculosis. She was 25 years old.
After 16 months after her death, Feynman wrote a letter to his wife, and sealed it in an envelope, which is opened only after the death of the scientist, after 43 years.
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- Dear Arlene,
I love you, honey.
I know how you like to hear it, but I do not write just to please you. I write because it is filled with warmth all inside me. I wrote you an awfully long time - almost two years. But I know, you do forgive me, stubborn pragmatism. I thought there's no point to write to you.
But now, my dear wife, I know that I must do something for so long postponed and so often done in the past. I want to say that I love you. I want to love you. I will always love you.
Logically, it's difficult to understand what it means to love you after you died, but I still want to protect you and care for you. And I want you to be loved and cared about me. I want to discuss with you the problems. I want to do different things together. Until now I do and did not occur. But we could do a lot together: sew clothes, to learn Chinese, to buy a film projector. And now I can do it? No. I'm all alone without you. You were the main generator of ideas and inspiration of all my crazy adventures.
When you're sick, you worried that you can not give me that what I needed, what you would like me to give. Do not have worried. There was no need. I always told you I love you just because you are. And now I understand it, ever. You have nothing you can give me, and I love you so much, I could never fall in love with someone else. And I want to be the way it was. Because even dead you are much better than anyone alive.
I know you say that I am stupid, what do you want me to be happy, and do not want to stand in my way. You might be surprised to learn that in the two years I have not even had a girlfriend (except you, my dear). And nothing you can do about it. I can not either. I do not understand. I have met many girls among them were very cute, and I do not want to be alone, but after a couple of visits, I realized that they were for me an empty space. I have only you. You are real.
My dear wife, I love you.
I love my wife. My wife died.
Rich.
PS: Please forgive me for not having sent this letter to you - I do not know your new address.
Richard Feynman was in love Arlene 13 years. And by the time the wedding Arlene was already seriously ill. In June 1945, Arlene Feynman, the wife of the outstanding American physicist Richard Feynman died of tuberculosis. She was 25 years old.
After 16 months after her death, Feynman wrote a letter to his wife, and sealed it in an envelope, which is opened only after the death of the scientist, after 43 years.
See also: Letter remaining
Great letter love John Steinbeck's son
From a letter by Sergei Bodrov's wife Svetlana
via www.adme.ru/vdohnovenie/iz-pisma-sergeya-bodrova-zhene-svetlane-693805/
