In another week, it will be seven months since you were taken from us. I still cannot believe that you are gone. I cry every day for you. Mom and I visit you often; in fact we were there today, weeding and trimming, and trying to keep everything kept up. I keep remembering you and that yellow mustang, and I keep seeing you driving around everywhere, all the time; but only in my mind. The weather has gotten warmer now, and you would have just been finishing up spending your first winter there by yourself. Your new home, was previously my old home, for over 50 years. There were so many things I wanted to do with you this year, and so many places I wanted to show you. You were so precious to me, and I will always love you. May the Lord be with you, and watch over you.. until we meet again.