She was your third wife, I was your first.
Too young to know how to be married, I
failed at matrimony, just as I failed at
so many things when I was growing up.
Faithful to you, your third wife, with her smile,
helped you raise a daughter, and showed you
how to change your life for the better,
But one day she came home and found
you dead on the floor. You had gone to play
golf that morning with no idea that you were
living your last day. At breakfast she had
poured your coffee, kissed you good-bye,
and told you that she loved you. I am grateful
for that third wife of yours. I am grateful for
the good memories that she made possible
by teaching us both how to love.