For twenty three years, I was married to a humble, big hearted man with a beautiful mind. When I think about loving someone, it's a beautiful feeling, knowing that this person really cares and loves unconditionally. Now all I can remember are the wonderful memories that we shared together. I am thankful that my husband devoted his entire life to me without regard to himself. I do thank him for all the time, but it's not enough to keep me from missing him. He passed away two years ago. For those two years, my chest has always been heavy and I've cried a lot. I don't know which one hurts more, to lose the one who loved you wholly and unconditionally or to have never felt that love at all. All I know right now is that it hurts me so badly. I love my Atepa with all my heart, and I will forever. I've tried very hard to control my tears but the more I try, my tears pour from my eyes. Without my Atepa, I would not be who I am or where I am today.
In a letter from 1987 that he wrote to me, " I think you are sweet, delicate, fragrant, and pure as lovely white rose still moist with the early morning dew." Patrick.