I found a poem Torey had written about me (I believe he wrote this in 2002):
Love as intense as a brown mahogany sweet
The warmth of your soul makes mine complete
A smell as fragrant as the graceful wind
A taste that controls the power of man
Aesthetics equipped to win hearts over
Her eyes are as bright as a champagne supernova
Her skin is as warm as the Telugu moon
Her hips are equipped to sustain a monsoon
If you have her there, no one else is needed
Blessed be my beautiful, beautiful Neena
He made me feel so loved, adored, appreciated and beautiful. Being quarantined has given me too much time to think about things like this. I feel like I’m regressing whatever tiny bit of progress I’ve made dealing with grief.
It’s hard not to think about what Torey would say about our current COVID-19 situation. He wouldn’t have liked being quarantined at all and would have insisted to be the one to run errands. We would have cooked a lot more than we already were and probably drink a lot more, too. Torey would have bitched about politics and would have spent a lot more time on the phone talking to many of you who are reading this. He would have made us all laugh and would have come up with new ideas – whether creative or business related.
I can hear him reading this poem to me every time I read it. More to come …