Dear Jim,

So now it's my turn to write you a letter.

I thought about you when I sang at the concert. I thought about you before the concert, and after the concert. In fact, I can't remember a time since we met when I wasn't constantly thinking about you. Every song I have sung since then has secretly been dedicated to you. And every time I smiled, you were in the back of my mind.

You were always so passionate, Jim. Passionate about life in general. I envied that. I wished secretly that I could have just half of the fervor you display in everyday life. Cocky? I may have called you that a few times. But what I meant was perfect.

And I have loved you, Jim, from the moment we first met, until the moment your mother called me and told me that she had received your blue star.

You were such a wonderful pilot, Jim. Pride of the Air Force. It seems only right that you flew a plane called an "Eagle". Not that I know much about planes, but it is a kingly name. And as I was ever your Dove, you will always be my Eagle.

I just wanted to let you know, that every time I sing, every time I pray, every time I smile or laugh, I'll be thinking of you. And know, if it's not too late, that you were the most wonderful person I ever had the privilege of knowing. To quote Don McClean "This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you."

I love you Jim. Rest in peace, and my the wings of the eagle and the song of the dove carry you swiftly home.

-Lynn