Around that time I enjoyed writing letters to pen pals, and so it was only natural that you would catapult to the head of the list. Although I wrote of weighty spiritual or philosophical matters, somehow, deciphering between the lines, you found in them a glimpse of who I am. And you loved what you saw.

Through the guiding hand of Providence, our relationship blossomed until finally, on June 8, 1980, you said, "I Do," as you placed your hands and heart in mine. And as we said our first hello's and fell in love through letter and song, it is probably only fitting that we end as we began, in letter and song.

So here I am, doing what I did best, writing you one more time. And since your voice has been silenced, I must now find a way to carry the tune without you. I guess this is as good a time as any to once again reflect on the meaning and purpose you have brought to my life and to that of so many others. I treasure these precious few remaining moments together. I relish the memories of yesteryear and look forward with eager anticipation to the first sunrise of Resurrection Morning.