4th of July tomorrow. You know I've never been a bit fan of the big boomers and this year I find that I'm jumpier than usual. Not fun. I'm keeping busy though and doing okay. Dad is the one having a bad time right now. It's so hard because I don't know what to do for him. Most of the time I don't even know what to do for myself let alone him.

I'm hanging on to memories of fun camping trips, trips to the racetrack, neighborhood parties - all things we'd do on the fourth so I didn't have to worry about you boys lighting off fireworks. I found the bag of fireworks you had saved. Who knows...maybe tomorrow I'll get enough guts to light a few off for you. Wish you were here to do it instead.

Love you kiddo. Miss you bunches. Tell my Daddy I miss him too. Twenty years yesterday. I can't even believe it.