Sean lives alone in a very isolated part of Northern Ireland. He lost his wife 4 years ago. Here is a letter found in a thick book.

“I don’t really know what to say…Actually, I don’t have much time. I just have been procrastinating all week…and last week too by the way… so right now I have a lot of work to do, I really hoped I could finish all the work I have for this week to catch up a little but… I’m up since 8 a.m. and have already seen the Sun rise high up, and he’s already gone.

I am starting to wonder why I’m writing this, it seems so pathetic, but it’s been almost three months since we’re in lockdown. If you haven’t heard of the “Crownvirus” as I call it (or Coronavirus as sociable people say), even if you were born (or will be born) in 2050, you literally live under a rock. Even I live right behind a hill, no one can see where I live but I still manage to get the newspaper. I don’t know why I even bought this small sheet of paper. I guess I was just worried of having no one to talk to.
I haven’t been out for 3 weeks already but I do have what I need to live. I am worried about my son and his wife, they haven’t been calling for a month… They must have forgotten about me, but I prefer to think that they did, rather than thinking they caught it. In 64 years of career, I’ve never stopped working, I’ve always been really invested in what I do. But I just can’t do it anymore, I am getting a bit tired… It might be, being a civil engineer, because I was always out to see how the foundations and orientation of the buildings I designed were respected.

I’ve been listening to a lot of classical music lately. As I lost the ability to speak when I was 20 years old and music was the only thing I wanted to communicate with when I was with my wife. For now, my love is resting elsewhere, I hope to see her smile again soon enough. I used to talk to her through the beats and rithms of music. She used to answer with a waltz in the garden, it would always make me feel lighter than the thin breeze that went through her hair. I can still smell the sweet almond lotion she always used.

As I said, I don’t have much time, to join my wife.”

Had the man been “crowned”?

A couple of hours later, Sean would finally talk…to a dusty and fragile chair:

I’m sorry, if only I had called you once…

Tell Mum I love her.

Love you Dad.

Brahms