Like coffee in the rain, she calms my soul, lifts my spirits, illuminating the darkest of days. A soothing cup of Moroccan Joe, fragrant, flavorful and yet moderately spicy. That’s just a small, warm sip of all that She Just Is.
She is a muse, my muse, possessing the elegance, fortitude and beauty of a modern-day Nefertiti. She is a queen, my queen, presiding regally with unwavering compassion, strength and selflessness for more than 13,000 Nubian sunsets. Under her reign, as promised, we have remained as one. I am eternally grateful and blessed for the precious gift of her love.
Covertly casting a soft, silent shadow over her own insecurities and dreams. She intuitively bears and shares the burdens and weight for those fortunate enough to be endeared. I know that I am the primary beneficiary of her patience and wisdom because she knows me better than I know myself. And without her in my life, there is no meaningful rhyme or reason, no 59 Prime and no me, as the person that is here today.
My hope is now, you’ll begin to understand just how much she means to me and forgive the brevity of my tribute. For more than 38 years, I simply have not possessed the rights words to sincerely articulate all the things… She Just Is.