Robert "Bob" Joseph Mengon

(1954 - 1981)

I wrote this for you, Bob, a couple months after you died.

    It was going to be the best Xmas ever.  We had our rings. Finally, we had our rings.  Just got them, yesterday;  the  one's we wanted sold, but these just as nice; it has one  for you too Bob. So we get home.  Facing each other.  You take the ring out of the box.  "Give me your hand, boo- boo" And me, laughing, never so happy  before, never so happy again. And you slide it on. "Now you know what this means, don't you? Bonnie?" And  I'm still laughing, we both are, with our arms around each  other and you say "hop on" and I put each of my feet on each of yours , facing each other, holding me, and you walk around with my feet on yours. And I'm still laughing; because I love you so much, Bob.  I whisper  it in your ear.  You say, "but not as much as I love you,  Bonnie. Wanna bet?  I say, because I love you more than anyone could be loved." Still walking with me, into the bedroom. We fall on the bed, and laugh some more.  And  you kiss me. And I kiss back, and we roll around  and touch and feel and kiss and undress. And we make love for 3 hours; sometimes all day.  All day we don't get  out of bed or answer the phone; just make love.....and plans. Me kissing you all over.  You saying "I never thought I could love anyone this much; "you really do love  me, don't you?" Not understanding how I could love you  so much. "Oh Bob" I say, "I couldn't live without you." But I can, because I am----- physically.  But inside I'm  as dead as you are, Bob. It's been over 18 years now.................  and I miss you still.........Bonnie.