My beloved Jeannie, GOD saw her getting tired when a cure was not to be; he closed His arms around her and whispered, “Come home with me.” She didn’t deserve what she went through, so He took her home to rest. GOD’s garden must be beautiful, for He only takes THE BEST. I love you, Jeannie, my pride and my joy. Until we embrace again in GOD’s garden, forever and ever, your Victor XOXOXOX

My very precious Jeannie, it is your birthday today. The 13th since you answered God’s call and went home to be with Him. I still miss you, my beloved. Constantly wandering down memory lane, looking for you between the folds and around the bends. But memory lane is lonely and barren. The lights are dimmed, and all is quiet except for the echoes of your lovely voice, reverberating still in my lonesome heart. I love you, Jeannie. Happy “birthday,” my beloved. Your Victor forever XOXOXXOO