If ever I should forget you, let all memory be gone from me.
If I should cease to think of you daily, let me cease to think.
Let me not weary my friends with my recalling but if I should cease to speak of you, let me cease to speak.
But I will not forget and every day a half-forgotten recollection will creep forth to surprise me, to delight me, to heal me.
And I will meditate on how I waited half my life for you and that which we shared was worth the waiting.
And I will speak to those who loved you that we might re-live the joy of that love, and to those I wish had known you that, in some way, they might experience you in the sharing.
I am convinced that yours will be the second face I behold when I open my eyes in heaven.
For we will meet again.
And I will remember you.
