Here we are again, my love. My little purse of gold.
Another year rolling by. And today is one of "your" special days. The day we lost you.
But a bright, sparkling day, which holds your beautiful essence in the clear blue sky, the bright golden sunshine and the whisper of the breeze playfully swirling through the fallen leaves.
To hold you again would be wonderful, but I hold you in my heart all of the time. Gods bless you, sweetheart.