Until recently if someone asked me the meaning of true love I would reply, That it was the love of a couple. Full and complete. Remaining no matter what. Agreements or disagreements. Thick and thin.
With your passing I have realized that true love is that of a father and his sons. The love of these same sons and their father.
The love of brother and sister.
The love of grandchildren
and the love of friends.
You my friend were, Truly Loved.
You could make people mad like no other, oh and you could make people laugh like no other. You were a rainbow to so very many.
We are broken with out you.
We will go on, but I know for me, You and that smile. That quirky grin. That light that would start to shine in those eyes when you were up to no good, and that feeling of True Love when I think of you will be with me always.