Happy birthday dear Tom. I miss you everyday. If you were here, I know about how we could maybe celebrate. Probably go to the Mall or Orlando (we would probably still live in New Port. Richey), or meet friends for lunch or dinner. I'd have some sort of ridiculous high priced present that you wanted. OR, you would be getting ready for the music convention that you liked to attend each January. I would probably meet you wherever it was being held, listen to some fabulous music renditions, meet some friend afterward to celebrate your birthday, and go back to our hotel room for the night. We would get up, go to breakfast, and then head home.
I miss the wonderful concerts we used to attend. I miss your smile, your beautiful blue eyes and the silly things you used to laugh at. But most of all, I just miss you.
So many things have changed. You would laugh your head off at some of the dumb things I've done. I'm sure you know all of them. And, you would be so proud of our sons. Charles is such a neat person who takes good care of me. Tom has come a long way from where he was. I've made many new friends.
I've been blessed with knowing Mary McCormick, who cleans and cooks for me. Bret and Julie and the girls, you'd love them, too. And, the list goes on ...
I'm grateful for your watch care. As you know, I need a lot of help. So much for now. See you soon,
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