Everett and I were married in a lovely outdoor ceremony at our dear friend's home in North Hollywood. How ever does time pass the way it does...!? Truly amazing to think of.
Everett, you may be gone from physical life (going on eight years now; amazing in itself) but I still think of you - and of us - on these special, important days.
And alien tears will fill for him,
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
- Oscar Wilde, "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"