Sunday, November 5, 2017

Someone To Love

Elliott, my husband for 38 years, 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 have someone to love. 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. Always and always. 

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