The Passing...

A promise was made

with the withering of the rose,

that sorrow would fly...

How brief the beauty,

a moment's breath away from the passing...

How glorious its zenith of

conformation and Naples yellow perfection...

Fragrance nevermore as sweet...

So soon the passing descends...

Soft, brutal wings beat cadence to the

dying of the heart.

Into the passing they go...

leaving sacred fossils behind....

Brian has been the love of my life and I will miss him so much. He is in my heart and soul forever. Our love and devotion to each other has provided us with wonderful memories of lives well-lived. He has been my rock through breast cancer and its recurrences, and I have been so well-cared for by him throughout it all. Rest in peace you dear, dear man. I will always love you.