It is almost nine months since you left our world. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. With my recent accident and hospital stay, I felt some of the same feeling you must have endured. I could not begin to understand what it was like when you lost the use of you legs and had to use a wheelchair; you were so independent. March 8 was the day I suddenly knew. I lost the use of my leg and now in a chair. What it must have felt like for you to know that you would not walk again I cannot phathom. At least I have hope to be back on my feet some day soon. I miss you my Angel. I know your hands were on my the day I fell. It could have been much worse, but somehow I managed to keep my head from hitting the concrete. I know your strong being was with me. You are always in my thoughts and forever in my heart. My soul aches for my mate, for you. I desire your touch, your being next to me. Standing strong as ever, but will settle for knowing that once we were two and the sole being of each other's love.

You’re gone, I just found out. I don't know where to start. This whole week I've looked at the calendar and told myself that I had to catch up with you. Your birthday was here and I hadn't talked to you in so long. I'll have to tell my kids of your passing and I know that they both will be so sad. They always ask about you, as all my friends do. Everyone always remembered your smile and warmth. I still have those chimes you gave me almost 20 years ago and now when I hear them I’ll think of you reminding me of all those good times. Goodbye friend… Till we meet again.