Written in memory of my wife, Shari A Johnson’s departure
For Shari, who left on May 12th, 2020,
I want to talk to you today my love, (one year since you’ve gone), while I’m living in a world full of hate, fear, and greed—a world which would have done much better had it been more like you—a person who loved to make children smile, who loved beauty, as well as life’s inescapable laughter—a good auntie, a good sister, a good daughter, and a good wife—someone who enriched all of us—nieces, nephews, parents and loved ones, with the treasures in your heart (you knew the only way to change the world), one person at a time, without words, but with gentleness, sweetness, and compassion.
It’s now been a year since you traveled on, but instead of saying goodbye, I want to say hello. Your times with loved ones and friends, changed all of our lives! We remember long nights of laughing and talking until dawn, things that made it all worthwhile, not deceitful, and empty, like words falling from the mouths of power hungry politicians, terrorists, and Orwellian liars.
You always said that we all have our ways, and you let others be themselves, by loving deeply, honestly, and without conditions attached—something hard for many of us to do—but which came easily for you!
Hello my love!
With love, your husband Pete,
Both of our families,
and all the people you touched,
from July 11, 1951 to May 12, 2020