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Gayle Marie 1943 – 1962

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Fifty-eight years ago tonight…., the last time I held her in my arms.

She was in a hospital bed, dying. “I’ll always be with you.  I’ll always

love you, darlin’ ” were her last words to me as her eyes closed and, 

with a sigh, she passed into a world where I couldn’t follow.  The 

grief and loneliness I felt was crushing. 

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Memories of that night haunt me every year on this evening.  I try to remember all of the precious, wonderful moments we shared, the love that was ours for the short time we were together, and all the happiness she brought to my life in that time.  As careful as I am to hide them from the rest of my family, some tears still find their way to my eyes….., and she is worth every one of them.  Tonight I mourn her loss, but tomorrow I will pick up the pieces, as I had promesed her I would, and go on with life.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

but I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep.  

(Robert Frost)

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