Crystle is the love of my life. My soul mate. I miss her and I mourn for her often. But that doesn’t mean that I weep or feel grief. I feel gratitude that I shared almost forty years of my life with the wonderful woman. I have learned to find joy in the memories. Tears often flow but they are tears that come from a sense of love and joy. I believe she is watching me still and if I didn’t enjoy life it would only make her sad. She encourages me every day.
Crystle loved life. Her family was paramount to her and I was fortunate to be the object of her unconditional love. She loved baseball; sitting on the beach; and her morning coffee. Now she waits for me and I will wait patiently for the day when I can hold her hand again.