It has been one year since you went to be with Jesus. I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your harmonica. I miss your laugh. I miss playing bumper bellies with you. My girls talk about you a lot, even after all this time. I am so glad that they remember you. We have your picture on our fridge and they like to look at it. The girls sing silly rhyming songs all the time, just like you did. We were at your house not that long ago and it was strange to be there without you. We went to see your gravesite. I know that you don’t care, but I pulled the weeds…it made me feel better. Seeing all the weeds there just didn’t look right. I miss you Pappy and I love you. See you soon!