Dear Love of My Life
We met 34 years ago, and that had to be designed by God. You are from Michigan and I am from a small town in Lousiana. It had to be Devine intervention that we met. It was God who blessed you with a roommate that just so happened to be from my little ole city. The first night we saw each other on Juneteenth, you kept trying to get me to stop and talk to you, and although my heart skipped a beat when I first saw this fine man trying to grab my attention, I had to play it cool, acting as if I was not interested, but you were not having it. When I finally stopped to talk to you, you put your arms around me, and wouldn't let go, and we have been together from that night until God called you home.
We were blessed with 3 children and 8 grandchildren, and although our marriage was not perfect, I always knew that you loved your family.
You were a provider, a husband, a devoted father, and grandfather, who loved so intently that even you couldn't contain it, and that sometimes led to misunderstandings, because you wanted and expected the best from all that were blessed to be in your presence.
Although, you could work my nerves like no other, you were my soul mate. I know God designed you just for me, and me just for you. There is no way anyone else could put up with either one of us.
I know our time on this earthly plain has ended, however, our love never will. It is eternal. I will miss you infinitely, but I will always carry you in my heart.
Rest In Paradise My King. Until we meet again.
Your loving wife,
Randi