In 1988 a guy met a girl. She was shy. In the Spring, he took her to Scarborough Faire. On the way home, they talked about music, and found they both liked James Taylor. Near the end of Summer, they saw JT at Starplex (Fair Park). She didn't know it, but he had her engagement ring in the glove box. He proposed the next week, and she accepted. That evening they had dinner at Birraporetti's, and drinks and dessert at Reunion Tower (where she opened the box with the ring).
In 2007, after three children and 18 years of marriage, she called it quits. While they were amicable toward one another, there was a huge hole in his heart. In recent years, he surmised she would re-marry. Even though they rarely spoke, and she was in another relationship, he always knew she was only a phone call or a text away.
But the bastard Destiny had other plans. Earlier this summer, a cruel disease rudely took her from this world, just four months after its diagnosis.