I’ll be seeing you in every shade of purple and finding you in my favorite flavors of ice cream. My kitchen walls will glow with ten Tuscan hues, and they’ll only be half as warm as your hands the first time you held me. Thank goodness you will always be found in the furrow of my brow, your consideration carried with me everywhere I am . Wherever that may be, I’ll go there marching to the beat of your humor, a force to be reckoned with till the very end, and I’ll forever be dreaming of the sound of your voice. How lucky I am to have known your love.
