| My husband based his life on random acts of kindness and the "golden rule". Everyone liked Webb. If you mentioned his name to someone in our town, they would smile, and tell you about something nice he had done for them. He encouraged me to try things I didn't think I could do. He could make me cry, laugh and drive me crazy all in the same instant. On November 18, 1997, he died from bladder cancer, 8 days after being diagnosed. |
| Death can only take from you what might have been.
It cannot rob you of our past. The days and years we shared, the common adventures, and the "little nameless acts of kindness and love".
All these are part of the ineradicable record. |
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