Dear Cully

Not all that long ago I cleaned out my purse and found this. I don't know that the day will ever come when I can think of you without some degree of sadness. What I do know is that the emotional tide that accompanies my memories of you now breaks toward joy rather than sorrow. Today marks eight years since your most untimely death. Mostly, now, I can think of you and smile rather than cry. I can be grateful that you were in my life. Today's title is a salutation of sorts, but is also the description of how I hold you in my heart.