It was a sunny day br in Wales br br as it can only be br in picture postcards. br br It was pinned br above her bed br br but with the picture side br facing the wall br br as if she had turned away br from that scene a long long time ago. br br I had only ever br seen it once br br (when she was asleep br I took a peek) br br a scrawl of words br told her that it loved her br br in a fadey violet ink br br that could now barely be br discerned. br br The postcard itself br as fragile as a leaf. br br “Don’t turn it! ” br she pleaded in panic. br br “I like to see his voice br in words! ” br br running her fingertips br over his I LOVE YOU! br br letting it speak br to her br br from the fragile fading past br br letting it speak br to her br br even from beyond br his death.