Did she know I thought about her when I woke up each morning, as I drifted to sleep each night, and most of the time in between; and that even when I was not consciously thinking about her, I continually sensed the presence of her love within me?

Did she know I used to sit and look at her as she slept, studying the tranquil beauty on her angel’s face; and that I said little prayers over her asking that sweet serenity would always grace her countenance?

Did she know I admired the way she cared for her family, friends, and anyone in need, and accepted everyone without judgment or criticism; and that she was my role model for how to treat people?

Did she know she went to places in my heart and mind where no one had ever gone before; and that I exposed the totality of my self — the good, the bad, and the ugly — because I had such complete and utter trust in her love for me?

Did she know she was the best friend I ever had, and the bond between us had a depth and breadth that could not be severed by anything less than a mutual decision based on true love at it’s most unselfish?

Did she know I loved her profoundly and unconditionally, not just for her loveliness, sexiness, or intelligence (all of which I adored), but more for the grace and goodness that defined her essence to

me; and that I marvelled

at how animals, children, and adults (young and old) were drawn to her gentle warmth like flowers to the morning sun?

Did she know I thanked God daily for intersecting the winding roads of our lives so that my life might be forever changed by the touch of her spirit; and

that I believed He sent

her as an angel to love me, lift me, and lead me to a better place emotionally and spiritually?

And I wonder if she knows that I love her still, not less for the passing of yesterdays without her, but more for knowing what will be missing from all my tomorrows; and that it helps me, when I contemplate the harshness of life in this unyielding world, to remember that out there somewhere is a rare and precious soul — and she loved me. — David L Weatherford