I am honored to have been with Myra that last evening. Little did I know or I would have stayed much longer,

I brought McDonald's for dinner. Myra seemed well. We chatted about my work, the latest on the news, Andrew's latest happenings.

We talked of family, things left unsaid, grateful for things that were said. Grateful for the time and yet still not enough.

You asked me to get the recipe book from the living room, but we got distracted chatting, and it was forgotten. I wish I knew what you would write.

There was a deep, soulfulness in your eyes, i feel i should have known, something else that should have been done.

We said good-night, see you on Sunday, but Sunday did not come for you, dear Myra, it was too late.

I miss you Myra.