I’ve NEVER, written about you
not for lack of love — it’s honestly
painful beyond words. If you were
still alive we’d be celebrating your 60’s!
It’s truly unfair!!! The cruelty of life 
took you away too soon – stories continued
without you – I saw your face
in every shade of ocean green and indigo
sea blue. One of the few catalysts in life
who consistently encouraged one rambunctious
teen to constantly reach for the quill,
parchment, or microphone.

I still remember the smile of excitement
on your face when you saw me walk across
the dance floor at Joe’s wedding. Hands
at the ready to clap with the first note sung
from: I Remember you by Skid Row followed
by a softer performance of The Rose originally
sung by Bette Midler. You really left, too suddenly! 
Literally, spoke to you arm-in-arm with regards
to the hues selected for your newly purchased home
at the Beaches. I’d never heard anyone speak
of vert & bleu with altruistic conviction.

The importance of colour placement still plays
a MASSIVE roll in my life. I used to be an admirer
of pitch black. Nevertheless, the impact of ocean
colours are heavily seared within my esprit.  A plethora  
of unanswered questions – grief is truly overwhelming.
It leaves a ravaged core to yearn for cotton candy stuffing.
Anything to numb the pain. I would give anything
to see you walk through that door, gobble
up my left-over pancakes and my brother\’s
coffee.  Now, I know, why I never wrote
about you – nearly 30 years later there’s
a puddle at my feet of my own tears.

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