Eung-Tae Lee’s pregnant wife wrote this letter to him while her life was slowly falling apart. It was found resting on his chest. The letter had stayed with him since 1582.
Loving someone takes us on a long journey through life with them, and death is the only thing that can separate us from our loved ones. Below is a love letter that was written by a pregnant widow to her already dead lover named Eung-Tae Lee. This old letter was found in an ancient tomb in Andong City, South Korea. Sadly, Eung-Tae Lee died before the wife did at the age of 30.
Love stories – whether in books, poems, movies or real-life – are always a classic. It can be a happy-ending story or the complete opposite. It can be sweet or sour, old or new. This particular one is old, sweet and has a happy ending.
The sandals shown below were woven from hemp bark and the wife’s own hair. They were placed in the tomb with him.
To Won’s Father
June 1, 1586
You always said, “Dear, let’s live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day.” How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?
How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, “Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?” How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?
I just cannot live without you. I just want to come to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?
Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to you saying in detail in my dreams. Look closely and talk to me.
When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.
You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is neither a limit nor an end to my sorrows so I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.
The love that was shared between these two is as strong as the love we share today.