Harry and I first met six years ago. Day by day, we learned to trust and love. Our love grew stronger, fuller and deeper. And through our love, we developed and matured.
We learned to be happy while living with the fear to be swallowed by darkness. We could only learn this through the love for each other, for life and nature.
When Harry passed away, I learned that love does not die. It transforms, envelops and guides us.
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Harry continues to live in his mother Christine, his brother Jack, his sisters Olivia, Diana, Julia and Adeline. I wish them to find peace by listening to his voice inside them.
I am deeply grateful to our families, friends, and colleagues for their endless support in these difficult times. I thank Reverend Jonathan, Silvia, and Ayesha for listening and understanding.
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I will conclude by reading an Italian poem, written by Francesco Petrarca at the beginning of the 13th century. I first dedicated this poem to Harry when we got married three years ago.
