You Were There

We did the 4th of July thing in Vacaville again. It's becomming a tradition. I felt your presence there, mom. Hope you had a good time. We were thinking of you.

We all had a good time. Edie and I fought over who was going to take the remaining macaroni salad home. I know you always liked the potato salad...and some was missing. Did you take it?

There was one of those cat apartment thingys being given away across the street so we took it and now our indoor cats have a spot to hang out they can call their own. Spooky is being the bitch that she is, of course, and is refusing to have anything to do with it.

Last week, Barb & Nolan drove in to pick up what they left at the ranch. They are in a good place (mentally & physically) and Barb has been watching over your great-grandchildren with great gusto. Nolan picked up the computer I built for him and I'm sure by now he's wailing away at the enemies of truth and justice as he plays Warcraft.

Very few moments go by without a thought of you. See you in my dreams, mom.

Love,
Brian