John Slate
Vickie was the love of my life. We shared joy and sadness. She supported me in ways that no one ever did in my entire life. She cared for my aged mother after my sister passed. She took great joy in my professional accomplishments and would get hopping' mad at anyone that would tease her about me. People knew it and would make comments just to get her going.
She loved her old bulldog "Knuckles" and treated him like a child. He is as grieved as me. I can't talk to him the way she did. She loved the wild life in our back yard and would get excited anytime she spotted deer or the old fat ground hog who lived near. In the Spring we had four coyote puppies that she loved to watch tumble and play in the grass.
Hummingbirds and flowers made her as happy as any riches could have. I loved watching her love simple things. She made me a better man. She will always be in my heart. I will never get over her passing, but I will get through it, because she we want me to. She always wanted the best for everyone, and most of all those who were suffering.
In Christian Love,
John E. Slate
10/21/2021