Twenty six years ago today we lost you, and I still miss you. This time of year is so bittersweet. I think about what you would be like if you were here. I can’t decide if you would be one of those crotchety old guys or the super jolly happy type, probably a little of both. It’s safe to assume you would be a really good Grandfather. You would adore my kids, and they would feel the same about you. You probably wouldn’t be happy that me and the one brother don’t talk. I saw him the other day, and as always, I was surprised at how much he looks like you. One of my sons also looks a lot like you. I wonder if my two boys would have ended up more like you if you had taught them to fish and hunt and all that other guy stuff that is too dirty and messy for me. They are ‘inside kids’ and I wish it were different. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you would have spoiled my daughters. You spoiled me so much that I had to learn not to be a selfish brat after you were gone. You’d be happy to know that I did learn it though. It wouldn’t surprise me if you were not shocked that I am writing novels. You knew me better than anyone. It took me years to figure that part out. You would have hated my choice in men, until I met the man I’m married to. Wherever you are, I hope you know I think of you often, especially today. I love you.