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I lost my husband just over 2 years ago.
两年前，我失去了我的丈夫。
He was older than me but gave me security and love for my two young children, after I had been through a horrendous marriage and divorce.
他比我大很多，但他为我的两个孩子付出了许多关爱，保护他们。我曾经历过一场可怕的婚姻，然后离婚。是他重新温暖了我的心。
We bought a thatched cottage, something we discovered we both had dreamt of.
我们买下了一件茅草小屋，我们都知道，那是我们都曾经梦想拥有的东西。
The name of the cottage was Christopher Robin.
我们将小屋命名为克里斯托夫 · 罗宾。
We lived there for 25 years and the evening after my husband's funeral I was alone in the lounge with French doors open to the garden.
我们在那里住了25年，丈夫的葬礼结束的那天晚上，我一个人坐在休息室里发呆，双层玻璃门开着，门外的花园一片黯然。
There was a scratching sound and I looked towards the doors and a robin was bobbing around, then flew into the lounge, perched upon the TV in front of me, looked at me.
我突然听到一阵刮擦声。扭头一看，一只知更鸟正在门上扑腾，接着它径直飞入休息室，栖在我面前的电视上，直勾勾的看着我。
I was worried about him and moved and he then flew into the dining room and then upstairs into our bedroom.
我看着它，感到有点不安，就起身走开了。它一下子飞进了餐厅，又沿着楼梯向上飞，飞进了我们的卧室。
I quickly opened the window onto our lovely garden and he flew out.
我跟着跑进卧室，迅速打开窗户，窗户正对着小花园。它飞了出去。
He seemed to know and feel comfortable in the cottage.
它似乎对这件小屋格外熟悉，好像在自己家一样自在。
I knew then it was my late husband saying goodbye and that he was at peace.
突然，我明白了。冥冥中，这是我的丈夫在向我道别。我知道，他已经获得了安宁。
