love leaves a memory no one can steal"
from an Irish gravestone.
Today, March 7, would have been your 64th birthday. Gosh, we figured you'd live well past Grampa Jack (86) and maybe even longer than Alberta (97).
As your youngest son, Daniel, said last April, he feels so cheated and I agree. There is so much yet to do and so much to say.
We never did get to Ireland to kiss the Blarney stone, or Antarctica to see penguins, or to Provence, France for you to attend the cooking school.
We never got to enjoy the relaxation of retirement where we could be together and enjoy photography, cooking, our favorite beach on Maui with surf, sand and mixed drinks without concern for time. Most importantly, we never got to visit the grandkids without the pressure to rush back because of work.
Mary, I love you and I miss you. No one will ever, ever steal my memories.
All Ways and Always will I love you.
Patrick.
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