Eleven years old...I can't hardly believe it. You were just 4-1/2 last time I saw you. I still miss you terribly. I loved the time we had together and I think about you every day.
I had dinner with Auntie Brandi last week and we talked about you. She wishes that she could see you more often but understands how busy your life has become.
I often wonder what occupies your days what with school, sports and other activities. With each passing year I can't help but wonder if you even remember me at all. I know I've said this before, but most of my thoughts of you are based on the past and not the present. I know that you were the sweetest, fun and loving little boy when last I got to be with you.
On rare occasions I see a picture of you and am just so amazed how grown up you're getting.
Charlie, I wish I could be part of your life. I'm 67 years old now and I hate to say it, but being away from you and Jack depresses me more and more. You filled my life with joy, but now the hole in my heart just keeps growing bigger without you.
I love you Charlie and I will till the day I die.
Papa
