My memories are starting to fade, but your voice still calls out to me. Remember the scarf you gave me? For years I had it locked away in the back of my closet, with the hope of preserving its scent. When I got lonely or missed you terribly, I'd remove it and wrap its thin frayed wool around my neck.
It's been nearly fifty years since we last spoke, but I wanted you to know.
You'll always have my heart.
I miss you more each day.
Vern
