Oh Dear Pete,

Bubba,

Goodness, gracious do I miss you.

You were the rock.


My dad is not doing well.  Your PaPa.

Your Aunt Laurie and Uncle Mike are doing miracles for him.  Ali, Sadie and Zac are pitching in.  But, my Pops remembers best his oldest grandchild.  He has your picture in his room.  He grieves for you every day.


I'm going to Atlanta for as long as it takes to take care of him.  Just like you'd do.


I haven't cried for a while, but I did tonight.


I miss your sweet soul.


Pops