Henry at Trefethen Vineyards, October 2007.

Oh Lord, I miss Henry so much. He was a great guy as we all know; his illness had him in such a bad grip. We spent so many hours on 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. trips to the hospital during the last two years of his life, that I know he was serious about one thing: Henry did not want to die in a hospital. We had spoken about it several times. Henry was a bit mysterious, liked it that way and did not disclose his entire past to me. I accepted him as he was, and loved him. We had enough clouds over our heads to deal with as it was, so I did not want to stir up the past when our love was just launching. I learned so much from him.  Not a day goes by that something Henry taught me is relived and relearned. Thank God for Henry. I don't know what he did in Texas or what kind of person he was then, but to me, he was a good man and a sweet man to come home to -- when he was well, his sugar was in a good spot, and everything was working just right. Mostly, it did. I just want everyone to know, I patched him up and set him right dozens of times so he could live another day to work, laugh, play, communicate and be himself, alive and well. Henry is no longer suffering and for that I feel better but oh, if I could only hold him, hug him one more time, say the things I need to say, say goodbye. I'll see Henry again, I know. Then and only then will I be better again. Because when I am with Henry, everything is all right.