Richard Feynmanâ€™s Love Letter to His Wife Sixteen Months After Her Death
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He was born in 1918 and wrote this October 17, 1946, so he was 28 when he wrote this:
I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead â€” but I still want to comfort and take care of you â€” and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you â€” I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together â€” or learn Chinese â€” or getting a movie projector. Canâ€™t I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the â€śidea-womanâ€ť and general instigator of all our wild adventures.
She had died 16 months earlier, so he was only 27 when he lost his soul mate:
Richard and Arline were soul mates. They were not clones of each other, but symbiotic opposites â€“ each completed the other. Arline admired Richardâ€™s obvious scientific brilliance, and Richard clearly adored the fact that she loved and understood things he could barely appreciate at the time. But what they shared, most of all, was a love of life and a spirit of adventure.