My friends, please forgive me for not answering each of
you today.Just know I am very grateful for your thoughts
of me and your words.

I have written so many poems about Tony and my grief I
could have posted one of those, but I kept hearing some of
the conversations Tony and I had over the years. He knew
how I heard the voice speak to me when I was hiding
because my best friend had left me for another little girl and I was alone.

It was a lesson to me to love with my own heart and if
someone loved me, they would be faithful in it and not go
away. I had to give my own away though and so my children
and I discussed this principal and they seemed to have tons
of love to share. It was a way of life for us and it bonded us.

I thought of Tony and of how loving and generous he was with people and with his family and it was as if he was here
to remind me not to be so silent, but to ease my grief enough
to get on with life and love. So, I wrote our story.

The mutual friends we have made, as well as our own
personal friends have been more comfort to me in my loss
than you could imagine. Each of you know who you are and
that I love you and pray for you in return.

Twilight, thank you for recognizing that this talks about me,
but the subject is how it came to pass that a little girl who
heard God's voice, was lucky enough to have a son like Tony.
He was a rare gift and he brightened my life every day of his.

Love, Sylvia