Today is the centenary of my husband's death. I miss him very much. I want to make a statement.

It's been 92 days since my husband died. From recognition to now, we have spent 33 years together, shouldering the burden of life together, raising our sons together and being tired together. Now that my son has grown up, married and has children, it's time for us to enjoy family happiness together, but he left me in a hurry, leaving me without a word. How much helplessness has turned into endless thoughts. I don't know if people really have souls. Do you know where he went? Do you know if he knows? I wonder if he knows whether he is having a good time there. It was summer when he left, and it was already late autumn. I wonder if it's cold there. I helped him take care of all his clothes while he was here. I wonder if he knows how to quilt himself. My husband misses you very much.