It has been 8 long, lonely months since you left. Words cannot describe how much I miss you. I miss our morning coffee at the lake. Just you and me sitting on the porch looking at the lake in all it's beauty. I still go out early and just reminisce our times there. It will never be the same. Nothing is. Seems like you should be here with us. Not a morning or evening goes by that I'm not thinking about you. What really gets to me is the empty chair at the table when we go out to eat. It tears me apart. I don't think I will ever be happy again. Just seems impossible. On your birthday Paula fixed supper for me, not knowing it was your birthday, and she also baked a peach cobbler, your favorite. You know she NEVER COOKS, right? So, after we finished eating I told her it was your birthday and your favorite dessert was peach cobbler! THAT was unbelievable We haven't figured out yet why she decided to cook that particular day AND bake a peach cobbler! So you see, you might be invisible to us in the neighborhood but you are never far from our minds. Just wanted to talk to you today and let you know how very much I miss you and love you. But you already know that. Gonna' go work in the yard and see if I can get rid of these tears. Love you much.