I wish you were here and I could call you and tell you about life. I would have called much sooner, like when Steve got sick and then when things got really hard for us. And I'd love to tell you about the boys and what great kids they are. You would love Parker, the first great grandchild. He is great!
There are all the Father's Days and birthdays I think of you. Or when I hear mention of your favorites. There is your favorite author, song, cake, candy bar and many more.
But all that ended one Thursday as we waited at the hospital for you to make it out of surgery, but you didn't. Now, years later, I wanted you to know you are thought of, often and with much love.