I honestly did not know I would survive 21 years without you. It speaks volumes for the human spirit, for I did not think I would see morning that night. It took seven years to say your name without crying.
Today a lifetime of smiles around my eyes play, when I explain about the man who gave me the name “Wenchy” before the tears come.
The free falling long blonde hair as you came into the room wearing black jeans, a white T-shirt and the smile that captured me forever when you saw me.
I hate that I know grief so intimately. I miss you intensely. Love you.
13 June 1973 – 17 March 1999