I  framed years ago in t t last forever. I reac and  incare at it for a long time, I cant . Sy-one aken, and siful. t to ask  I knoure  ans it aside.

    tonig as I lay in tal. t tcorm clouds appear. Despite myself I am saddened by our plig t day ogether I never kissed her lips. Perhaps I never will again.

    It is impossible to tell hings?

    I finally stand and o my desk and turn on takes more effort t rained, so I do not return to t. I sit does looking at tures t sit on my desk. Family pictures, pictures of cions. Pictures of Allie and me. I to times  I am.

    I open a draied togettle and difficult to  breaking. But s;I dont understand  ; I  s ignore me. And sometimes in t reverently, as if t of life itself.

    omen.

    Since to be a night of memories, I look for and find my wedding ring.

    It is in top draissue. I cannot  anymore because my knuckles are sissue and find it unc is po t no moment I ill yours, Allie, my queen, my timeless beauty. You are, and al;

    I  thing.

    It is eleven-ty and I look for tter se me, trikes me. I find it  it. I turn it over a couple of times before I open it, and remble. Finally I read:

    Dear Noae tter by candlelig  sounds of your slumber, I kno to you again as I always have.

    And I , and your breato the wonderful man you are.

    I see t reminds me of anot clotoget ured, roped by a sout, and I kne it o question a love t rode on sing stars and roared like cras is   is  is today.

    I