McKay asked me to put this picture on my blog.
It was taken the summer of 1973. Before we were married.
This picture always bothered me because you could see through my blouse.
I didn't know my blouse was like that until I saw it in a picture, and then I threw the blouse away.
But I finally found a way to edit it, so here is is:
Bill and I use to sit in his little orange convertible in front of my house because we had the hardest time saying goodbye each night.
This was 'our song.' He would often sing it to me under the dark sky:
(which I thought of having someone sing at his funeral, but that day was hard enough as it was)
Go to 5:24 for the song