Dear God, just checking in, as I do every day, to thank you for taking care of my Bob. I know he's free of illness and pain up there with you and that he's happy being reunited with his parents and brother, but I sure do wish that you'd seen fit to let him stay with me and our children a few more years. That may be selfish but I know you understand. There'll never be another like him in my life. He was my first and he'll be my last. Throughout the years I've thanked you before for sending him to me and today I thank you again for allowing him to be a part of me for 51 years. Thank you, too, for watching over me and guiding me as I try to navigate through this process of healing and learning to live life without my Bob.