It's not a day I like to remember baby. 2 years today. We were separated. I think of you every day. I have your pictures cycling through on a LED pic-frame. Simon is still here, you know that, but he's getting old. He still lives to fetch a stick. Hope you and Mor are ok. I miss you terribly. Be good and spend that gold I sent you on ribs. Love you so much. Talk to you soon...