Wine Talk with Amber

  The masterpiece of you was created so perfectly… Your warm palette touched the souls of your loved ones. With every brush stroke created of you was a touch of humor that was irresistible. Oh how you’ll be missed. As we mourn with sadness that we can no longer see your physical presence, The mural of your memories will forever be hung on our walls, Bringing us a sense of comfort.  We know that you will be with us through the toughest of times. And when things seem unbearable,  We’ll think about the days that you made us laugh until our stomach’s hurt. Oh how you’ll be missed.

  The sky’s the limit is what they say- right? But I never imagined to reach these heights like this. I had come prepared to encounter the length of our flight with a carry-on of compassion. My luggage of love was packed. The window seat view to the seas of despair and the mountains of heartbreak surely wouldn’t stop us. The elevation of us would surpass it all. I knew that the turbulence of our love would be rough but we would make it through. You know… that cruise control button we so desperately yearned for would be pressed eventually. And the love would be easy. We would be sitting in first class enjoying the views of the of the sensual sunset. Drinking crisp champagne mixed with tender touches of celebration. The plush seats of my comfort within you would soon recline. The rise of my desire for you would be inevitable. And me for you. I could feel the anticipation screaming inside of me to reach the highest sights. What a feeling. Sadly, this is exactly that. A feeling. My lug...