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".