Thinking of you...

Hey Papa Bear,

Lots on my mind tonight and thinking of you. I miss you so much. I miss your shit-eating-grins and your constant laughter, the jingle of the change in your pocket that I would hear in the hallways at work and the funny faces you made when you were on the phone. I'm not sure I know anybody who loves life like you did. It just doesn't seem fair for yours to be taken from you like it was. You fought so hard, and always played down how bad you felt. A little piece of me died along with you that day, but I try to find comfort in the fact that a piece of you lives on with me.

Love always,

Your Bubba Girl