Theatre

In October 2006 we saw Lion King in Boston with P** & I**. Going to see theatre with you was always a unique experience because of how serious you took it. You believed, as did I, that people should make it special by dressing up, not be so casual. It was another aspect of you that endeared me.

I always loved how you dressed so nicely, even when you dressed casually. And at time like the Lion King, you were somehow more lovely with your dresses, coats and shoes. Being with you at these times was like being on a first date all over again- I couldn't stop looking at you.

Nor could the drunk guy on the train who hit on you, asking for your "card." You were so taken aback... "My card?" It's an urban thing, we guessed. Afterwards I had a great conversation with him, but of course couldn't help but feel more fortunate than he because you were with me.

But today, I sense that you are indeed leaving my body, my soul, my heart. Although I am sad, at least I have some relief from the pangs of constant regret and sorrow.