I was the luckiest woman in the world to have been your wife. On this night three years ago, you kissed me for the last time at the train depot. I spoke to you on the phone at four in the afternoon on the 5th. You said,"I have had the best day, BJ and I took a long walk along the Deschutes river, had a pot pie, and just feel wonderful." I am pretty sure you left us less than an hour later. We should all have lived as gracefully as you did. I only remember kindness and love that radiated from you for everyone and every thing. You have moved on in your journey, and as they say the good die young. I know your soul is better off where you are, and I pray I will someday be blessed by seeing you again. God bless you darling.