Today marks the anniversary of the day you died six years ago. It seems like just yesterday you were here. I remember the day exactly, the time, the place I was standing when Dad called. I remember it all.
I am sure you have been watching over us like a hawk. We can feel you, the kids talk about you all the time. Which is a bit odd since Porter was less than a year old when you died. Jack has even mentioned that you are wearing tennis shoes in Heaven. How would he know that unless he saw you? We’ve never mentioned it before.
You would be so proud of your daughters. Sara and Lindsay have become beautiful, caring middle aged ladies with hearts of gold. Can you believe Sara is a Mom?! And she loves it?! And she’s a great one. And Lindsay got married and bought a house?! I know. Hopefully she won’t kick in any of these doors.
Dad is doing okay. He misses you, but he bought a Harley and got a new tattoo. So, he’s found a few hobbies.
I’m sure you had a hand in making my little family a family of four boys! We all know you wanted at least one boy! So, you must be pretty darn friendly with God, since you got your wish of having all boys as grandchildren!
I miss you every single day. My memories of you when you weren’t sick are starting to fade, and that makes me sad. Although my memories of you being sick are starting to fade too, so I guess that is a blessing. And, we all know I have a crap memory anyway.
I love you and miss you.