I'm sitting here watching a documentary on the Vietnam War. It got me thinking about you. I never asked the questions I should have asked. There's so much about you and your life I want to know. I kick myself for not being in touch with you more towards your end. But I want to thank you. Thank you for taking me in as a awful, bad child. Thank you for instilling your sense of respect, pride, honor, and above all, love into me. Thank you for all the nights you helped with my homework, the days you spent practicing baseball with me. Thank you for your life lessons. You were my absolute best friend I had in life. I wanted to be like you more than anything. I fall short sometimes, but I hope you're still proud of me. I wish you were here. I wish you could know my fiancée and that she could know you. I wish you could know Denise. She's such an amazing girl. I hope I can be half the mentor to her that you were to me. These past five years haven't been easy without you. The void left by your passing is nowhere near the size of the impact you left on me. I love you, good buddy. I hope I'll see you again some day.