Ogden, Vance C

Sometimes love touches us most when we least expect it and in the places it shoud be excluded. I remember going for a walk alone around Collingwood Park one night and coming home not alone. Not alone because I met you and you shared the walk home with me. How could I have know that you had only days to live. Or maybe it was because your life's candle wick was so short that we connected so deeply. I consider myself fortunate indeed that we did meet and that we did share ourselves so intimately. I have thought of you fondly through these past years. You touched a beautiful, harmonic, chord in me. You were the only one destined to play that chord. Ah, sweet mystery of life. I miss you Vance.