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By Jonathan Wikkins

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To all of you… You were my first,     but as you know,           not my last… A path began, for me… Even then… A path,     that now,           there seems to be no end… A path towards happiness,     and love, honor and respect… A child was born,     a daughter… And then, later,     a son… Both, incredible,     in their own way… Both, highly gifted… As you may have recognized… I know I have… Our daughter’s gifts are yet to come out… But I have seen evidence… But our son’s has… He has been called a young Kenny G. He is also, a poet… Raw talent… talent that should be furthered… Now to you… My beloved… You brought things out,     within me… I never knew,     even from the beginning… Yet, there was something     you never had the opportunity to see… Something incredible… Our life together,     was somewhat           of a fairy tale… There was more love     than I had ever known… More caring… More than I may ever know again… Something told me,     that day we met,           that something big,               was about to happen… And it did… We learned truly how to love… We taught each other     what true love should be… How it feels,     both to receive and to give… A daughter was born,     an incredible child,           herself… Gifted… Intelligent… A child with a purpose… One I am not sure of… Time will tell,       what that purpose is… Your loss,     brought something out of me, I never knew… Something… Incredible… Something I wish you could be here,     to see… To you… One I loved… One who hurt me… More deeply     than I had ever known… You heard about my pain… All my sorrows… What had happened… We fell in love… If you remember… Something started,     months later… Something incredible… Something I am yet,     to tap fully… Yet, somewhere along the way,     you turned away… I wrote about you… My love for you… Our future together… We had such dreams… So many hopes… Are they truly dashed? Shattered? Can they come back? Will they ever? Yet, you furthered the “something untapped” To my friends… You are all special to me… You have helped me in ways, I cannot even describe… Simply because,     you cared… And some,     loved… Some by computer,     some by phone,           a few even in person… We will all meet,     in the great hereafter,           when our day comes… Where when the good and bad things     of our lives, are spoken… Your good,     will outweigh… Far outweigh… No, this is not goodbye… But merely hello… Again… For that which is untapped… Will now be tapped… Words will spill forth, from me… Words I am yet to see… All because of all of you… And my heartfelt thanks… To each and every one… © Jonathan Wikkins December 1st, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 All Rights Reserved Written December 1st, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 © on Dec 01 2001 05:09 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   spiritual

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