Elliott, my husband for nearly four decades, died at the end of October 2017.
He was a good man in every sense of the word. He was patient, caring,
fun-loving, generous, and always smiling. He never stopped looking at
the world with wonder. He loved making music, getting his hands
dirty, and being a pilot. He told me time and time again it was
important to be loved, but it was more important to love someone. Toward the end of his life, he said he regretted leaving me
without someone to love. As I told him, he didn't need to worry
because I will always love him and if he sends me someone new to love, I will know it and I will love the person he sends just as fiercely as I love him. Blue skies forever and ever.
