Family is in town. Realized today you wanted to see. Carrla asked for pictures of you. Know you still look at this some. Know you are out of town. Wish you were here with us.
I feel like I am writing you this from fifty years away. I watched the debate and wondered what you thought. I watched the Cubs floundering post-season efforts, and wondered what you thought. I dug a photo of you out of the closet, full in frame, and wondered what you look like. I hope, sincerely (and I mean it) that you are happy, and from the handicapped observations that I can make, I think you are. There’s just an itch at the end of the day, and it’s dying, that I feel only you can scratch (and I know that’s not true). I just miss seeing you and hope that we will find a way to make that happen one day. You meeting mine. Me meeting yours. Us looking into each other’s eyes and knowing we made the right decision, without...
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