Six years have passed since Chris' loved ones had to let him go. His sudden death left us all grief stricken and seared a hole through my heart. There was no better man. Chris embraced life to the fullest, while bearing his suffering stoically, even humorously. He was enthusiastic, brilliant, yet non-judgmental. He gave his heart to loved ones completely and unconditionally. His loyalties were deep and binding. Chris was truly the most fascinating man I have ever been blessed to know. Though married only two and one half years, we loved each other consummately. Our song was "The Sweetheart Tree" which he sang to me so lovingly. There can be no one else for me. Elizabeth Barrett Browning expresses our enduring love for each other in the words of her sonnet 43, written to Her soul mate, Robert Browning, shortly before their marriage. HOW DO I LOVE THEE. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. And I do, Chris.