While I know Candy is happy I miss her very much. I'd love to take her out to lunch, shower her with presents which she could never buy herself….(she shopped at Goodwill, Salvation Army), take her to a spa and pamper her with a manicure and pedicure and massage. In short make her queen for a day.
She's no doubt smiling down on me, saying, "Oh, Rusty, if you only knew what a spa heaven is….someday you will see the light, too. It's all beyond mortal understanding for there are no words to describe the beauty and peace I now know."
And so I sing Happy Birthday, dear Candy. I can visualize you running through fields of flowers with your dogs, riding a stallion. I love you, my precious sister.