“The loss is immeasurable,
— unknown
but so is the love left behind.”
There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you. When our kids were so young and you lived in Alameda. We would go to your house, and chaos would be our dinner. You and my wife would talk about everything, Ling and I would share tea that her family sent her from China, so many kinds that I had never heard of. All the while the children cartwheeling everywhere there was space. We would spend hours chatting, hours that seemed endless. All those memories and so many more. There are no words, only love and prayers.