Well dad, tomorrow marks another year that you've been gone and I still miss you. This past year I suppose I've done a fair amount of things... where to start...

Well I've met mom's oldest son a few times, he seems alright. I started an LLC late last summer, I sell peptides online like melanotan and PT-141 and it's been doing alright, I also link to some products on amazon.com with my affiliate link in my various blog posts.

I had to part ways with your truck last year, it served well for 18 years before something in the transmission finally went leaving it stuck in no, or every, gear. It was a hard thing to do, I went out and bought a slightly used 2013 Chevy Impala and it's been treating me well but I really miss the truck. The last day she was in my possession I cried like a baby just sitting in her, cleaning her out, and walking around her to get one last look at her. The truck was one of my last major ties to you and memories of things we did. If my business had been doing better I would have kept it and fixed it with the intent of restoring it but alas I just didn't have the resources (and really still don't).

That's really all that comes to mind. Write to you next year!

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.