February 11

Hey papa.. I meant to show you this last night. You know I was telling you about this guy at work that reminds me so much of you. Well, I finally got up the courage to talk to him on Tuesday. Cried a little doing it but I told him about you. Told him how he reminded me of you and how we lost you. He said he was sorry to hear that and he said thank you when I told him that he reminded me of you. His name is Bill Bragg. He has the same eye color as you, dresses like you, has the same problems with his hips and knees that you did--only know that cuz I overheard him telling the coffee gang about it, eats his breakfast like you..2 eggs over medium with sausage, grits and toast with his coffee black. He sounds like you when he talks.. not your voice but your mannerisms, how you talked. This is what he looks like.. it just took my breath away the first time he came in. So how they say that there are other ppl in the world that look like you, I once thought was hooey but this just kinda proves it to me. God how I miss you. I gotta go papa.. going to go get Rob from Judy's to take him to school one last time. Can't believe this is the last time I will get to take him maybe ever. I leave in the morning. Cried myself to sleep last night thinking about that. I just keep thinking there has to be another way but what's done is done. My dream is officially dead. About to jump in a boiling cess pool of bill collectors haunting me and worrying about all the implications of what we're about to do. OK.. need to go for now. I love you papa. (forehead kiss) Talk to you in a little bit. <3