You knew him for his fairness, his justice and mercy. I knew him for those things and much more.
He was my rock, my every need fulfilled and the total consumption of joy.
Here is a poem I wrote for him so many many years ago and was true, still is true and always will be true.
You are the glove to my hand,
The taut stretched softness of my guiding
influence. Which moves as I with
undulating eagerness complimentary
with our combined wishes.
You are the covering for my warmth
and protection, tender rough, sof wooing
wonder of my delight.
You are the strength and ever resilient
barracade against the element's siege.
Without the glove the hand is cold
and unprotected.
Without the hand the glove is empty
and neglected.
He died in my arms on December 30 2008.
I know many of you are concerned and I am sorry I haven't been able to get back in touch. Everything is still
very raw and there are so many details to take care of. I am trying so hard to be brave and strong and I know
you all need me but please give me some time as I am unable to respond at the moment.
I thank you all for your prayers and cards and phone calls. I will respond as soon as I can
but at the moment I am having to relive it over and over and it is so hard.
All my love and thanks.
Ruth