As I think about Flavia; from the first day I meet her at a CYO dance in Whitestone NY in 1972. She would not give me her number and walked away. I was forced to return a week later to get it. After our first date, little did I know, my whole world would change. I would love to relive my time and life with her if that was possible. At this time the screen is becoming fuzzy to me at trying to compose this; my heart is getting in the way of my sight. But now I realize my eyes will always be fuzzy when I see myself thinking of my special Flavia in this world. The day is coming when our Lord will wipe away all my tears and my sight will be clear to see Flavia in heaven.
Joel