Today marks 19 years ago that the world lost a ray of golden sunshine. I still wonder what you'd be like today. I know full well you'd still be an absolute handful, but every bit as loved now as you were then. I still talk about you, and tell your stories. I miss you still, Bubba. I hope my kid isn't wearing you out too much, and that my Granny has given you extra hugs for me. I love you so much, and hope you're prepared for the overkill of hugs you're gonna get when the Lord calls me home.