Dennis R. Mitchell

I still can't believe you're gone. I remember thinking to myself before I kissed you good-bye that this man on the table couldn't be the man I fell in love with all those years ago. I couldn't believe the hand I was holding was the hand that once held mine. My heart didn't want to believe that what we had was over. I have never met and I will probably never meet another man like you in my lifetime. Thank you for being a part of my life, a part of my world for nineteen happy and wonderful years.

When you died, who I was died, too. I couldn't comprehend why the sun was still shining, people still smiling, families still laughing and having fun -- why the world didn't stop turning! I didn't understand, back then, why everyone didn't feel my pain, but I do now. Pain can only be felt when the heart's been touched. Life, as much as I hate it, has to go on. I miss and love you more and more each day.

Until we meet again,

your loving wife, Liz

Dennis R. Mitchell

July 12, 1959

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March 18, 1997