Forever Missed, how perfect two words are for you Billy. I still worry about your parents. We got along, communicated well you and I, it was fun watching you as you grew up. I ran across this saying, so I am borrowing some of the words from this post from 1918 - wow!
Henry Scott Holland:
"Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.