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• JOURNAL 62

  14 December, 2015

  My Darling,

  It has been a while since I have had a really good cry. Well, this afternoon I’m making up for that fact.

  I sat down to do some writing and had the John Denver sound track playing in the background. I wasn’t paying attention in any focused way which is why, I suspect, “Annie’s Song” was able to ambush my emotions.

   Then the memory attached to that song overwhelmed me this afternoon. i recall that just a few days before your death you were in bed (in High Care) and I was sitting alongside as we listened to John Denver. He began to sing Annie’s Song and, because you didn’t have sufficient breath, you “mouthed” the words to me. I was stunned because it was completely unexpected.

  The love that flooded your eyes melted my heart.

  I knew without a doubt that you were making the lyrics your own and you were affirming your love for me before you went home to the Lord. Just as they did in High Care that afternoon, those words touched me again deeply this afternoon. The scene was there in living colour. And, oh, those eyes! They captured my heart when we were teenagers and they did it again that afternoon.

   You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
  like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
  like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
  You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
   

  As descriptive as those words are, they are but a preparation for what followed

  Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,
  let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,
  let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.
  Come let me love you, come love me again.

  I can but echo those same words. I love you. I love you.

  But Until Then

  You Remain the Love of my life

  Mike