You left us at around Thanksgiving. Not that it matters, really, WHEN you left. You left us to return to God. I hope that you are at peace now. I hope that you can rest easy now that you walk with the gods. Try not to worry too much about me; about Dad, about any of us. We’ll be okay. I hope that one day I can see you again. I hope that one day when I go to join God as well, I can talk with you once more.