Its not been that long, but I wanted to send a letter anyway. Over a year and a half I think, or just short of a year and a half. I remember this because I quit smoking just after you died. I should have asked Marge what your favourite beer was, so I can remember to get you one on Father’s Day, but I think I can trouble one of your sisters for something like that. I don’t drink beer anymore, so you’ll have to pardon me if I don’t partake. I’m also not eating bread anymore. Wow…two staples for the Hotep di Nisut offerings and I’m not doing either one. Its alright though, because I’m more than happy to get some for you.