You were born June 17, 1922.
71 years of marriage.
5 years of chemo.
2 years my privilege of being acquainted to you.
I was gone for 67 days.
But you lived for 32,987.
You told me to come to you when I found "the right one".
I agreed.
You and Ray gave me something beautiful to look forward to.
But now all I'll be able to do is pray and hope that you can hear me.
I hope you can hear me.
I love you, Reggie.
You are so beautiful. May you rest in peace. I'll see you again, someday.
"If you're good, then I'm good."
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