It seems that time in fact does not heal all wounds. My heart aches reading your obituary, as if you just passed. I still feel the pit in my stomach. And when confronted with pictures of you it is if the ground had dropped out from under me. It'll be nice to see you again, one day, past those pearly gates,. The winds of time may have blown me forward, but you'll always be the Clyde to my Bonnie. One day, you'll even meet my son... Crazy... Forever and ever babe.