Hi Boo,

It's been five years. The boys are doing great, but C still asks about you all the time. O doesn't remember but I'm sure it's in his heart.

I wish I could say I've gotten better but I haven't. I still pick up the phone to call you on a regular basis and sometimes I let it ring until the disconnection notice pops up again. The house they built at 1645 is beautiful, though you would have hated it because it's one of those zero lot line monsters that Winter Park is known for.

I miss you so much and every time I think I'm moving away from the active grief, I'm blown over again. You were 88, that was a good life. It was a good life, right?

I love you, EB