Four years ago today I stood at the side of your bed and said goodbye. Not much has changed, as the reality that you're gone is still daily occurrence for me. Living out here in Wyoming, I feel your presence and think of you every day. Charles and I are out hunting, jeeping and trying to live life to the fullest. We've been in the new house for a full year. I know you'd be in disbelief, as I never was one to stand still or stay in one place too long. I wore your old orange hat to successfully hunt my first antelope, and plan to wear it again this year when I go deer hunting. There's so many beautiful things here, that I wish I could call and share with you. I think that's the hardest, not being able to pick up the phone and hear you call me 'kiddo'. Didn't matter how old I was, always 'kiddo'. And your hugs, I sure do miss those. Nothing like dad's hugs or a good phone call to set me straight. Bart and the kids are doing well, A & Z are so big now. Bart is leading the industry in his field, and I know he misses you terribly. Mom is forging ahead, trying to be strong, but I know deep down she'll always miss you. She's still in Texas, spending as much time with the grand kids as possible. I hate that life goes on every day, every year without you, but I know you wouldn't want it to stop for any of us. I thank you so much for the wisdom and guidance you were able to provide in the time I had with you. Forever in my heart, and always on my mind. I love you, Dad.