I have to say that as Debbie and I continued to grow in our relationship, and in our love, I began to learn things about her and her life. I was shocked at some of the hardships she had endured at the hands of others, some seeming so horrible, so incomprehensible, that I just could not understand how one person was supposed to endure it all. I was also shocked at how little people had done in her life to make her feel special, or even to show they cared at all. So I made it my quest to listen intently to her every word, her every thought. I made mental notes, I remembered the things she said, and I remembered the way it all made me feel. I made it my goal to make sure that she knew how much I loved her. Flowers for no apparent reason. Cards and little notes that sprang up from nowhere. I made sure that every trip, every chance, that I would find some way to include some new experience for her, or some special way to show her just how wonderful she really was. I honestly feel, looking back, that she felt a happiness with me that she had not known before. I know I felt it with her. There was never a single time that I pulled some surprise, some little something, that didn't bring just a small tear to her eyes just by realizing that somebody actually cared for her. My deepest sorrow in my life is the loss of my love. Not so much for what she gave to me, but more for all the things I wanted to share with her that I'll never be able to now. I love you sweetheart.