There were so many stories you told us over the years. Wish I had thought to write them down or record them. Now I can't remember them. I wish also that we had recorded you singing and playing your guitar when we were kids. Missing you a lot this morning Pop. It has been a year since you left. I spoke to Mom this morning. We didn't talk about it but I know she was thinking about it. Until we are together again, you will be forever missed.