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I have noticed a lot of people that are dating after their spouse has passed. Claiming they have a lot of love left in their

hearts want to share. I to have a lot of love in my heart, but it was all bought and paid for. That love is and has been
promised to one person. A person that helped shape me into the man I am today. Sharing with another would be

sharing the handy work of love waiting to greet me on the other side of this life.

Mar. 13, 2020

Three of the longest months. What a life sentence. Filled with failed memories. A sickness that will not go away. I still
walk the floors looking for just a glimpse of my Joyselyn's gentle face looking up at me from her reading and whisper

she loves me. I keep trying to find words, words my heart knows don't exist. Any words I try to fit for anyone with ears
seems to be robbed of all life left. I am not making anyone's loss any less than mine. But for me, I have lost this life's

treasure. All that I have ever hoped for, my Joyselyn. All that is left is for me to die.

Mar. 15, 2020

Raining outside this evening. The sound is a gentle beat that my heart tries to follow. My mind and body becoming

weaker with every drop that falls. This is a hurtful day. Looking at old memories Joyselyn has lovingly placed in an old
shoe box. Rain or the tears...wish one or both could bring some relief. I so miss my loving friend. Want so bad to hold

her in my arms. Bury my face in her hair, Breath her into my failing body. How long must I wait? Everyday is a missed
opportunity to wake up on the other side. Seems I have missed it again.

Mar. 19, 2020

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