Instead, my thoughts on what was constantly overshadowed activites. Needless to say, they was a lot of tearing up. I guess I have to be happy for the heaven we had for a few years. I think I know what hell is. Hell is the lack of who loves you; of no possibility of being together; it's being alone with ideas of what should have been but will not be; it's a mental torture. We were a good party of 2 I am trying to complete what we started, But I'm not taking on the Bronco or the boat. They are beyond my skill and my interest. I'll try to do everyhting, Mike, but those are going.
I sat outside at dusk just like we would do, drink beer and watch the sunset. Where awere you? Can I come?
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