I started with an Italian Sonnet - the logical conclusion was always going to be an English Sonnet. The original was written on the day I turned 69, my second birthday without her presence since the day we met. The first was all about my grief on that day. It notes the joy she gave me all those years in the first tercet, but still ends up with me broken. Though I journey through celebrating the life of joy we had in the latter variations, and they get a mention here, in the end, my life is changed dramatically.