I hardly know what to say. Romeo was brought into my life by chance fourteen years ago and he left us yesterday. I believe I named him aptly, for no soul was ever sweeter or more unconditionally loving. His presence is missed in each moment that passes and I am lost without it.
“Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene ii