Just sitting here thinking about you. I was looking to find a display box for your flag, the one from your funeral. I want it special. Just, right now, can't afford to spend a whole lot. But, I want to put it up with your ashes and flowers. Just really want it to be nice and special. Because that is what you deserve. But, it also has me getting a bit irritated. I started thinking about how few have asked about you. I know that people don't know what to say. But, I have not heard one word since Steve left. Never heard one word from your big boss Paul. I mean, I even had to kind of fight to get your vacation time that you earned. Even your family haven't checked to see how I am right now. Susan did for a while, but nobody just says, hey how are you doing? I don't know why, all the sudden, that is just really upsetting me. I lost you. You were part of me....