It’s been 6 and 7 years since you left.  I had thought that you not being here would be easier after this much time.  But it isn’t.

I can’t tell you how many times I wish I could pick up the phone and call you and share with you how my day went.  Or to let you dote on little Levi. Or just to hear you sing again.

And yes, that’s what prompted me to write this letter.  I never know when something will remind me of you, or how powerful it will be when it comes.  While soothing Levi to sleep the other night, Danielle played an album called Praise Baby.  And on it was the song, I Love to Tell the Story.”

Tears flowed as I tried to sing along, because all I could see and hear were your voices, leading from the pulpit and risers at our little country churches.  I know I should be happy that you are with our Heavenly Father.  I am, I really am.  I just wish I could spend some more time with you. I love snuggling with my son.  I wish I could snuggle with my parents.