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A Letter To My Wife

Open When You Get Home

My sister, my wife! As I sit here watching you, my mind takes me back to when
we met. I thought I was too cool for you but, you let me know what you
thought of that in your own little way and the rest is history. We did not have
much, but we knew we were meant to be together. I often think about how I

met your family – all one hundred of them – man that was an experience and
the funny thing is all of them liked me! We got our first apartment and even
bought an oil lamp and a stereo record player with lights! Boy that was some-
thing, with a job paying $2.10 an hour. Imagine that and you working two jobs.

There were ups and downs and then I grew up helping you raise two sons and
we never looked back. From an apartment to a house to a home; From one
car to two cars; From one granddaughter to two; from one grandson to two

great-grandsons. Though there were many, the love you put out went far. You
were always putting other before yourself. You were just tireless when it came
to others. If you were not baking or cooking, you were cleaning up after me.
When it came to love you always gave from the heart. You are a wonder-

ful example of what a servant of God should be and when it came to talking
about the word of God you were a walking Bible. Recalling messages from
years ago and it would be so timely.

So, I am writing this so when you get to Heaven and read this you will know
how much I still love and miss you. When you get there, I know when I get
there you will have your husband a sweet potato pie. I love you today just like
I did over 45 years ago. Continue to make me proud and I will see you when

God calls me home.
Missing You

Your husband,

Ralph T.. Holmes