Thanks for the great ass. You are dearly missed.

I keep thinking about how you used to tell me to work for Halmark or the Forest Service when I was in my early twenties. I told you this the last time I talked to you and even though you could barley talk, you let out a loud burst of laughter. I really wish I would have listened to you. It's alright though, and I told you this too, I'm 32 and on my way of making something of my life. And I promise to you not to give up. Because I know you never did.