My beautiful sweetheart, how could you leave me? We’ve been together sixty-two years and now you are gone from my life. My darling, how can I go on without you? How can I continue my life when you, my life, my reason for living, have faded away into only memories? Even the long time we had together was not long enough. Only eternity would give us the length of time we need to be a part of each other. You are a part of me still, my sweet one; you are my heart, my will to go on, my only thought and my only desire; except to be with you again. Oh, that God would let me come to you now but I know that will only happen when my life is no longer needed here on earth. I pray that will come soon.
I buried you, Lorraine, in the little graveyard on the hill near the big spreading oak tree beside the baby we wanted so much. Perhaps in death you can hold him and love him as you were precluded from doing in life.
Rest in peace, my beloved. I shall have no peace until I can be with you again. Our Kentucky Hideaway is so lonely without you. CCC 15 January, 2005