John, you were my neighbor and best friend after I had moved back to Vermont in 2001. Having recently come off the intensity of my husband's sudden passing, you were the soft landing that I so desperately needed.
We wasted no time becoming close friends, communicating several times a day. We shared many activities; your home concerts, jeep rides in the country, dining, my family's events, and bicycling. Yes, bicycling. Oh, the joy you felt being "back in the saddle" after being away from it since your youth.
Remember the sunsets we watched from either of our homes on Malletts Bay, or the Burlington Water Front? Our deep and insightful conversations helped me to no end. Even our quiet moments felt deep.
But, sadly, all good things must end, I guess. At some point, many family tragedies and other challenges converged in my life, and shot me back up to the surface for some time.
I cannot express enough my sorrow for being unable to return to our same spot; another spot, absolutely, but that never happened. Therefore, I missed the last three years of your life, and your sunset.
But know this, John, my beloved, best friend: I am solidly right here - loving and appreciating your afterglow.
Love you always,
Denise T. Beers