Friends and family we are gathered here today to give recognition and honor to my wife and best friend, Bobi Christina Moore. After 60 years of being married not a day went by where I didn’t look into her eyes and see that charming, childlike energy that brought light and fun to all who encountered her. Fun…that’s the first word she used to describe herself the first day we met as I pulled up to her house and she danced around her truck like playing hide-n-seek. Instantly she became the love of my life. But man she was a hard one to handle. Like trying to catch a butterfly without a net. She was like a drug, maybe from all the drugs she used in the past, but if you knew her you knew she had no regrets and she was proud to be a survivor. We always said we loved the things we hated most about each other. I could never leave her and I stand before you proud that I made her happy and she passed away just as she dreamed. In my arms silently her head in my chest where she never let me forget that was her heaven on Earth. She was such a pain in the #**, and what about that mouth? She was so outspoken, sometimes offending and rude but God she was beautiful. She claimed she could move mountains to get what she wanted. I believe she did. She lived to die but she was determined to live to the fullest. I’m blessed to have been the rock that kept her in line and her companion in all the travels we shared. She was so fascinated by life I can recall back when we met in Ft. Hood that she had spent an afternoon waiting for me in the parking lot and said she just observed the behavior of two butterflies for an hour. Get a little alcohol in her and you could find her laying in the grass under the moon and stars meditating on a spiritual journey. Despite the criticism of her wild ways what no one knew was the silent suffering she confided in me. But it was her motivation. She made me a better man with her sacrifices. She finally did succeed in her career and made a lot of contributions but at the end of each day she loved 3 things. Me, our sons, and God. Return to innocence was the meaning of her life. Her mother (laughing) always telling her to grow up. There were times I wasn’t the best husband but with her tough love giving me a swift kick to get back on track inspired me to realize she gave me meaning in what seemed to her a meaningless mundane world. I could have never succeeded without her. And despite the spoiled carefree energy she was constantly putting other people’s needs before her own. Field experience she called it but after the publication of her book her career took off. Someday she hoped the programs she helped develop for soldiers at Walter Reed will override the politics and help more people. Her greatest accomplishment was swimming across Lake Tahoe that year of our road trip, and swimming across the English Channel that summer in Europe. In fact she prided herself shortly after we met swimming Stillhouse Lake at the time smoking a pack a day. She tried to drag me to do the same until we found out about the alligators. She was fearless. She believed swimming brought her closer to God. She believed she found within herself the separation between Self and spirit and I for one witnessed it. I miss the way she brushed my face with her fingers and looked me in the eyes and told me I was a beautiful creature. She was a beautiful “devil woman” as I called her. So here I stand to fulfill her wish in death to spread her ashes a top these Rocky mountains in honor of her father and the things she cherished most. Her memories.