My dearest Kissy,

After 28 years, you are gone. We were together all that time. You were more than my little bird, you were my heart. You not only understood my words, you read my thoughts. I love you more than I'll ever know. Remember, we used to play the 'how much do I love you game? You would look up and around and eventually turn your little back to me - it was too much for a little bird to measure. And I'd laugh, pick you up and hug you. You loved being hugged and being told, "Kissy, I love you. I adore you." I ALWAYS will. I have never been in a relationship longer than with my little angel. It's amazing. And YOU found me ALL those years ago. And now, I have been hollowed.

Yesterday, I thought you were rebounding. But it was that surge that happens before many exit. That surge that gives hope only to drop us into deepest despair when it results in tragedy. You struggled. Not for long but I feel SO horrible. It is horrible to be powerless to help. And now I have felt your presence. But I don't want to hold you here. You died the day before Christians celebrate the resurrection. There's meaning in that. A message. But soon you must follow the heavenly angels, away from this earth. Away from its suffering and turmoil.

I am so grateful I am old now - we grew old together. Whenever my time comes, I want to see you. Even if I am not worthy to enter into Heaven, I beg the angels to just let me see that you are happy and healthy again and playing in the gardens of St. Francis and St. Therese and beautiful places I cannot even imagine. If it's allowed, come back to me in the form of a new companion. But whatever is best for your little, bright, beautiful soul. Kissy, I LOVE YOU. I ADORE YOU. Forever.

Love,

Cathy Stacchini