For the sake of my memory,

remember not my memory. 

Look onto the future, not my current words etched into paper.

I found my beautiful husband underneath my window with an odd call.

Remember me Issac, not as young and reckless;

Recall my old spots from the sun, my long white hair you played with, my crinkled hands you once called my father's hands.

I will remember your wide sensual eyes, body stained by the sun, your powerful laugh that stopped God in his tracks to listen.

Understand I went so I could be with Anthony again, who was my brother, and loved me like a brother.

Issac, you gave me a better life, and you loved Anthony just as I did, do not think yourself selfish because you wanted me to stay.

Selfishly, I wanted to stay with you, but a burden I would always be. 

But for a lack of a better world,

one in which I would stay,

cry,

laugh,

and love.

My Issac.