My wife, it is today four years since the small wedding ceremony we had in Kruger National Park and I recall every detail, the flower in your hair, the dress you wore and the love in your eyes when I knelt in front of you to ask for your hand in marriage. As I type here, I can see you smile, like you always did when happy and I am sure, now too. Just the other night I listened to our wedding song and cried silently, life is unfair. “Make peace,” that is your advice, I heard your voice clearly above the song, and I did, I have peace, no need to worry about me. Ironically, some people live longer than what they deserve because of the grace of God, they get more chances to repent, and they mostly waste it. And some don’t, they got taken home earlier, like you. Life can be very cruel to those left behind, we live in an imperfect world, one where satan often claims victory, temporarily so. But we have hope, we know this is not the end and that there is much to live for yet. Since you left, I realised it even more, death has no meaning to me and never will in the future. I have no fear, only desire to be with you.
I will keep this short, after all, I wrote more than two million words the last eighteen months to tell the world the greenness of your eyes, the goodness of your soul and the greatness of your heart. What we had was magic, Melissa, love and affection on a level which few will achieve and most will not believe exists. I was once one of them, you know, the cynics who believe that the poets were under the influence when they wrote about soulmates. And then you came into my life, and the rest, as they say, is history, I was proven wrong. I loved you more than life itself, no doubt, you made it easy for me. We had magic but in this earthly world, magic never lasts, life will always get you in the end. But there is a place… a place where there is no more death, nor sorrow, no more pain and no dividing oceans, a place called “heaven” and a place where you are waiting for me. There I will find you, looking as beautiful as ever and I will tell you, I am today as proud as I was in life to have been your husband and soul. And we will be one again, be us, and death will have no meaning, it a mere background inconvenience. Happy wedding anniversary, my American Patriot. I will see you again when God calls me home, not before, but be assured, I am coming. We will never be cheated again.
Koos Kotze is a former member of the South African Police Force. He served between 1985 and 1991 primarily as a sergeant in the Pretoria Flying Squad. During his police years, he was awarded the South African Police Medal for Combating Terrorism twice besides lesser awards. After leaving the Police Force he obtained the law degrees B Iuris & LLB at the University of the Free State (Bloemfontein, South Africa) and was a commercial law attorney for eight years. These days he is the owner of JKLS Africa and Associates, a specialist legal consultancy which specializes in hostage survival training and reducing legal risk in Sub Saharan Africa. He wrote several books on business, law, counter-terrorism and security issues. At times he is asked to participate on the Voice of America regarding legal forensic matters. Koos is a widower and lives in Bloemfontein, South Africa.