I keep trying to write something down for you, but there are simply no words for the hole in my heart or the bottomless emptiness in my soul. Part of my life is missing. I wish I could call you and tell you this.

The other day I just wanted to stay in bed. Henry came up to me and asked me if I was sad; I said I was. He asked if it was about Pop; I said it was. He said, “You know, Dad, we’ll always carry Pop in our head and our heart.” When I was kid, you told me that you would always be in my mind and my heart. Now your grandson’s telling me the same thing. I know it’s true, but I still miss you terribly.

I love you,