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September 05, 2014
My sweet,

It's the day after the second anniversary of your death. I thought of you throughout the day yesterday, and did not think to write here. I will make it my loving task to visit more often and to add photos to this modest shrine. The heaviest storms of grief over losing you seem to have past, but intense, brief downpours still arrive, usually with no warning. So be it. I welcome the memories and the feelings that accompany them. If you're on some plane of existence where you have influence, would you direct the powers that be to send more dreams of you my way?

So often when I see something I know you would like or music you would enjoy, I almost reflexively turn to my side to share the moment with you. Oh, honey, this life is so mysterious and often strange; made all the more so by your physical absence. To be sure, you're never far from my thoughts, heart and soul. I miss you so much it's incomprehensible.

I love you now and forever,

June 11, 2014
I love you momma!
September 04, 2013
A clarification to my earlier entry today: the words I spoke to Rita over and over in her final moments of life were,"I love you ..." the "you" somehow didn't make into the final edition.
September 04, 2013
It is now the hour and minute of your death one year ago. I sit here still, often tearful and unbelieving. My sweet Rita, you gave me everything, including, most of all, your unconditional love. It is hard to get that I deserved you, but because I trust you so deeply I can only defer to your judgment that somehow, some way, I was worthy. It is my goal to have a gathering in your name and memory here in October ... month of your birth and of our union. This past Labor Day weekend I remembered the day we met on the way to the Yuba River forty years ago. Right now, it's as if our life together passed in a flash -- one of time's paradoxes: sometimes so fast and fleeting, while at other times agonizingly slow.

May the trade winds and sun be with you always, my love.

As I said to you, over and over in your final moments in this world, "I love".

Ever Eddie
July 18, 2013
Dear Rita,
Although we may not be able to speak to each other, I believe that you can hear the hearts of your loved ones and therefore I wanted to congratulate you on the union of your son Krys and your now daughter , Emily.
Their celebration was beautiful and I feel so honored to have been a part of it.
There wasn't a moment that you weren't thought of and there were moments of tears, and emotion, and lots of laughter too.
It was the first time I'd been to the house since your passing and it feels like your still there. The addition looks beautiful, the garden and flowers bountiful and your wonderful family in good spirits. You would be so proud!
We think of you often and miss your presence.
We love you and will always miss you!
July 17, 2013

It's four days post Krys and Emily's wedding here at your favorite place in this world. It was a wonderful, loving and colorful celebration -- complete,except for your physical presence. How I hope you might have been present in some ineffable, ethereal way. You certainly were in many people's hearts and minds.

I see your indelible spirit daily in flowers and plants and birds and the sky and sunsets. Still, I so miss your palpable love: your smile and smiling eyes, your laugh, your warmth, your caress. I never would have wished for what I am now experiencing: the solitude, the emptiness of life without you and the regret for my foolishness in believing we had time, and that you would surely outlive me. So foolish, and, now, here I sit with some faint hope we may yet be reunited. In the meantime I will do what I can to be worthy of this life. It's just so hard with such a broken heart.

I love you,

May 04, 2013
My dearest Reetee,

I tried to remember you here on the six month anniversary of your death, but to my dismay the server happened to be down that day. Though few are likely to read this, it is likely those who might would find it peculiar that a husband would write to his deceased wife. That's okay. No one knew you or has missed you as much as I, or understood the depth and capacity of your spirit. I speak to you every day in some faint hope that somehow, some way, you might still perceive my love for you. As with the depth of my grief, I never felt any limit in my love for you. You, in so many ways, were the world to me; only, without so many dark sides. The
boys -- our boys -- are helping me stay alive. So many times I have wished I would have have died with you. Alas, here,now eight months after your death, my karma has become so different than I ever dreamed, and the path is so difficult and lonely without you. If in some strange way you might have intimations of these words, you already know this. Though you live on inside me, I cannot help but wish that you live on in some strange but wonderful way we mortals cannot imagine. If so, I know you are doing so with your unique verve and aplomb.

I plan ot be back to write to you again, soon. Till then, I sign off by saying what I said to you so many times in our life together, and, over and over, as you died, "I love you, I love you, I love you ..."

And, here are thoughts that give me hope:

"If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day."

"What we call reality consists … of a few iron posts of observation between which we fill an elaborate papier-mâché of imagination and theory."

"Law cannot stand engraved on a tablet of stone for all eternity. … All is mutable."

- John Archibald Wheeler
November 09, 2012
Amazing Grace how sweet thou art.
To have allowed Rita to smile upon a wretch like me.
November 09, 2012
Amazing Grace-how sweet thou art
To have allowed Rita to smile upon a wretch like me
November 07, 2012
Rita's gentle spirit and love of life lives on in everyone who knew her.

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