this is a story that needs much more devotion than a blog entry...

 I don't even know how to begin to share this story. Many people know parts of the story, either from witnessing portions of it personally or have heard aspects of it told and retold... I'm speaking about the story of how I met a person in this world that affected the course of my life perhaps more than anyone else ever did. The person I am referring to is the woman I married when I was 22 years old. The woman that God divinely led me on an epic adventure from California to Ireland to find and meet when I was a desperate soul suffering suicidal depression. Yeah, THAT story... Now that this story has cataclysmically come to an end due to the tragic ending of her life, it seems like a better time than any to begin to write down the details.

I don't want to start writing about this here... it would turn into a fragmented conglomeration of snippets and partial memories... I need to do some dedicated writing, either by hand, or in Google Docs to unfold all of the years I got to have in friendship with her. But I can at least create the opening flow of energy into this project here by stating the idea aloud. (Once I do start to get an accumulation of pages transcribed, I can copy/paste them here to share with y'all...)