Me: Hi, Ants.
Anthony: JULES! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
Me: Here and there – lots to tell you but I can’t be bothered.
Anthony: Why?
Me: This whole grief thing is absolutely exhausting, Ants – it just goes on and on and on and on and, as soon as I think I am over you, and able to move forward, it all begins again.
Anthony: What begins again?
Me: I just said! Oh, what’s the point?
Anthony: Sorry, Jules – you now have my undivided attention.
Me: Let me guess; you were playing poker with your mum, right? Or are you just frolicking naked in your own puffed up cloud?
Anthony: Ahh – you know me well, Jules.
Me: But do you know me, Ants? Did you ever know me? I had a horrible nightmare last night where I discovered you had been unfaithful to me multiple times with multiple previous girlfriends and you somehow did all of this from your nursing home room even though you were bedridden.
Anthony: Yes, I saw that dream too and – sorry, Jules – but I did find it quite invigorating.
Me: So did you get to the bit in the dream where I decided to divorce you?
Anthony: No, but I did see your anxious face, Jules.
Me: I keep waking up to the question of what will happen in the end and it always takes me several seconds to realise that we are already at the end. You died.
Anthony: I didn’t intend to die, Jules.
Me: A bit of warning would have been good, Ants.
Anthony: Jules, please! I didn’t know any more than you did.
Me: Hi, Ants….
jmgoyder 
Oh, Julie. Your grief is so torturous and how comforting it must be to hear Anthony’s voice. These dialogs are so precious and beautiful. Thank you for opening your heart to share them. Sending you a great big hug!
I am so sorry that it is such a struggle for you, I hope the ‘conversations’ help.
I can’t imagine the grief and pain