I was out on the deck with the dogs this morning and I thought of John, of us [I always do] and of camping. I'm glad we had those times. I enjoyed them so much.
And as much as I whined in later years about camping, looking back I enjoyed it and I am grateful we did it. Those were happy times. And the places we went, for the most part, were very beautiful. The quiet, the woods, the animals, the closeness we shared. It was all good and I cherish the memories. John gave me experiences I never had before, that I would never have had were it not for him. I'm very lucky. We had a good life. Thank you, John. We made a good life. We were a good team.
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