I was a little like Jack this morning. I was scared to go to the doctor. But for a different reason. I went to see one of my doctors and I was pretty sure didn't know you had died. I was right. He said that he didn't expect to hear that you died when he asked me how you were. I told him it was okay -- I didn't expect you to die. Hey, I have an ear infection. I guess you can never be too old.
This morning was really nice. I kept picturing you in our bed greeting me and Mom coming home from somewhere at night. You'd say, "Hi Ma-ma and Dad-da!" You were a mischieveous imp sometimes, which is another way of saying you were darn cute.
I love you my little big man.