Then, I started thinking about the dates and realized, this time 43 years ago was the beginning of our good-bye and how much the Summer Wind did play into our young lives. I re-read his letter of August 1 that he sent to me after he returned to base from our last week-end. The letter was what we can call his 'good-bye' letter. The one where he faced the possibility he may not return, the one he told me, as best he could, how very much he loved me and how important our lives together with God was to him.
I am so thankful for Bruce. For me this has been one of those 'contact' moments. I know how much he has always meant to me, but through this experience I was reminded of how much I meant to him. Thank you Bruce, I needed that. ;-)
I can't wait to go outside tomorrow and feel the summer wind on my skin. <3