|Frank Yoon (1920 to 1995)|
Ours was a marriage of love. That was all. We met at a party I gave and in the middle of it we left so I could show him my new red truck. I don't know why I did that.
We found that we had a lot of things, beliefs, and values in common. We moved in together, then married. We hiked down the Grand Canyon, backpacked through the Sierras, and traveled here and there. We talked and listened to each other. And when we got mad, we learned to get the anger over with rather than drag it on and on.
The first husband helped me find peace within myself. He told me regularly to live in the present, not the past nor the future. I understood that more clearly when he was gone. In his dying, he taught me to live and be alive. It's been 15 years since his body died. Happy Birthday, Frank.