Over time, my written words and memories took the shape of little stories.
That same afternoon, surely inspired by Tony, I sat down to write, and treasured words and memories flowed effortlessly onto the pages. Several years ago I received the gift of a small journal. Years went by, and though I had many photographs of our happy times together, I came to realize that our children might need something more than just photos to keep memories of their dad from fading over time. In 1991, Tony died suddenly and our young children and I lost a precious part of our lives. My beloved Anthony and I shared fifteen years of married life together and the arrival of a son and daughter had completed our family. He was a big man with a big heart, gentle and full of wit.
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