Dear Phil-o,
You've been gone from this earth for five years. And I miss you. A lot. I'd not wish you back for all the sweet tea in Dixie, but oh, I do miss you. You left a mark on my heart and in my spirit that can't be removed by any man-made efforts. And while I can't see YOU, I see pieces of you when I look at your son and your grandsons. Sometimes I can hear you in the things they say. I heard the best guitarist last month. You would have loved him. He made that guitar sing. My soul, you would have loved it.
I'll keep this short and sweet. No sense in turning this into a sob fest, but it seems wrong to go without marking the day. I long for the day of our happy reunion. I miss hearing you call me "Punkin."
I love you...
P.
You've been gone from this earth for five years. And I miss you. A lot. I'd not wish you back for all the sweet tea in Dixie, but oh, I do miss you. You left a mark on my heart and in my spirit that can't be removed by any man-made efforts. And while I can't see YOU, I see pieces of you when I look at your son and your grandsons. Sometimes I can hear you in the things they say. I heard the best guitarist last month. You would have loved him. He made that guitar sing. My soul, you would have loved it.
I'll keep this short and sweet. No sense in turning this into a sob fest, but it seems wrong to go without marking the day. I long for the day of our happy reunion. I miss hearing you call me "Punkin."
I love you...
P.
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