Better

 Dear Will —

As you can see, I’ve become one of those crazy widows who talks to the dead.

After crying at breakfast and telling my woes to Jo, one of the travelers, and having her tell me that her husband, a Sidney Greenstreet type, was also crashing, I decided to have fun.  I enjoyed the city walk and the trip up the mountain.  There is potable spring water pouring out of ancient fountains around the city.

You would have loved this hotel room.  There is a nightlight in the bathroom and the bed is comfortable.  It cools down at night so leaving the door open really cooled things down.

I admire your courage for traveling to Europe for the first time when you were in your sixties.  Thank you for being my beloved companion for so many years, even when you felt sick.

Some friends have critiqued me for spending so much money on this trip.  I should remind them that if I’d placed you the month you forgot who I was I would have spent between 60 and 90 grand on your care in the time between placement and your death.

Love you forever,

Kake