The taste of death came near again as a gentleman I worked with in the past died at 43 years of age. Your dad and I are well past that and our days ahead are most likely less than our days behind. I remain ready to reconcile with him, but my guess is he will go to the grave refusing. That is most unfortunate. But I remain hopeful.

Dorothy-Jane, I write it a lot but you don’t seem to hear or remember me, however I still love you!