It has been 83 days since you were sent out of this life.

Joe I miss you with all that I am; my beloved, you are and will always be the owner of my heart.
Let's Have a Quiet Night In a song by David Soul;
I heard this song, Joe, and I began remembering those times you would lock us away inside the apartment downstairs whenever Mom would go out by Vincent and Helga's for a few days visit... We would spend the night with one another; nothing in this world ever felt so right than such moments with you as these when we were, left alone, together.
You'd sit on the chair in the livingroom and I would sit beside you on the floor while you pour me Pink Champale and the music playing low...
We would be there talking for the longest time and then I'd feel your hand touching the back of my neck oh so gently, Joe
til it was just the tips of your fingers sliding down along my spine, as only you were ever able to do, you made me want...
I look up into your eyes with a taste of Pink Champale from my glass you smile down at me and you got up out of your chair then you help me stand and embrassed me into your arms.
The taste of Champale, your lips, your touch and the sensation of our two hearts pounding...
Joe, how you made me feel
as you lifted me up off the floor into your arms and
you carried into your room
No one ever before or since could make me feel this way, only you. It was a night such as this...
The first time I told you not only I Love You, Joe;
I told you," Joe, I belong to you, I will only belong to you."
I still do Joe.