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Hon, I remember summer nights on the lake, listening to you sing to me with the oldies on the radio, while the waves lapped against the boat. In my mind's eye I can see your beautiful face, hear your laughter and feel your back under my hands as I hugged you all those years ago. You are as alive today in my heart as the day I met you. As I sit at your grave, I am home, for wherever you are is home. I have only to smell Coppertone Lotion, gasoline and the Lakeville lagoons to be transported back to our safe, secure world of 1964 through 1968, thinking it would never end. I pray that someday I will see you again. I just want to touch your face once more. Mary