Today is the third year I've been alone. I lost my love to my addiction to heroin and money. She found her king, he rebuilt what I broke. She was the light of my life, but I loved my dope more and I pay for it every day. My love, I'll never have you in my arms or kiss your lips again, but I'll never stop hoping. Dori, I love and miss you so much. I'm sober now, almost two and a half years, and I'm back in the rodeo. You'd be proud.