Originally Published 03/18/2024

Basking in the warmth of the hot water jets I try and let go. The nagging guilt, someone I was once very close to gently passed away in her sleep from some infection. No chance to say goodbye or share another moment…

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Not even 52 years old, the first woman I was close to after my first exwife at the time. The first woman I knew intimately since my first ex as well.

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She was destroyed since her boyfriend/soulmate passed away 2 years ago (hell of a nice guy). She did what she needed to do to survive and it took a toll likely the ultimate one, her health and life.

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I’d rather remember her as she lived than how she died. She was a brilliant fun sarcastic bubbly gal that kept me on the edge of my toes 18 years ago. Stunning green eyes, gentle fair face with a smile that could melt the ice caps. A passionate lover and all in all great friend.

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We had a lot of fun while we dated for that small fun window in time. I hope you and your beloved are reunited in whatever next awaits us all. Goodbye, gorgeous, and rest in peace. ❤️❤️❤️

-aaa