Bethanee and I first met another lifetime ago when she tagged along with a mutual friend who stopped by my house. Her eyes struck me immediately. And she had an effortless cool that reeled me in. Some years later, the opportunity to forge a more substantial relationship presented itself. It was one like no other I'd ever had. She was absolutely beautiful, as much so on the inside as she obviously was on the outside. We had no problems coming together on our likes and interests: films, television, music, art. There were many times that we introduced new things to each other. We grew together. She regularly made me feel like the luckiest man in the world to have her in my life. After 12 years, a time came when our paths diverged. Thankfully, she wound up back in my life and our communication proved to be rock solid, still. We talked frequently, through the days and into early evenings . Our phones attached us while simultaneously watching the same episode of 'The Goldbergs', physically miles apart, in spirit (and telephone) side by side. We talked about our lives together and introducing our cat Stella to her younger kitty, Mochi. Thankfully, we never departed without an honest 'good-bye', even that last time. Only days later she was gone. Hearing the last words she ever spoke to me over and over in my head has helped bring me at least a small measure of solace. That, and knowing that she finally has true peace, is what helps make this loss bearable for me. The notions of the days and years that were yet to come are now impossible. And that hurt, I'm afraid, will never go away. I love you Bethanee Ann.