Honey, I'm getting ready for our annual Thanksgiving dinner. I looking and speaking to you now. I miss you soooo much. I know you were not mines that you belong to God, I'm so happy that you are one of God's angels, whenever I feel along I look over at you; and you are saying "why are you worrying". So I don't worry honey, I have my angel with me all the time, God and you. Miss you!