It’s been 27 years since I last heard your voice. Today you would be 49 and I am 50. So much has changed since we were 22 and 23. We should have spent the last 27 years walking through our lives together as best friends. Our children should have grown up together. I hear your soft voice in the rustle of leaves in the trees and feel your hand on my shoulder when life is just too much to bare. Kiss my daddy for me as I know he is by your side. Always know that you are loved and never forgotten. I love you NMT. Always.
— Kimberly Cockrell