Her laugh was as big as it needed to be to celebrate the situation.
Her care and compassion was as deep as it needed to be to cover the need.
Her love for people was as encompassing as it needed to be to make everyone feel included and important.
Her love for her family was never, ever in question.
Her love for God was the consuming aspect of her life.
We met in 1967, fell in love in 1968, got married in 1969. She has always been, is this day, and will always be the love of my life.
I miss her greatly and long to see her again one day.
This morning, as I write this, it would have been Dreama’s 73 birthday.
Happy Birthday, Dreama, I love you.