Bob Dick

In memory of my husband and very best friend, Bob Dick.

Hi Mugs,

It’s been seven years since we last talked. Fall, your favorite time of year, is just around the corner and I’m wishing we could go camping again. We have a new great-grand baby, but I’m sure you saw him before we did. The kids/grandkids and I talk about you often -- the stories just keep getting funnier and the memories sweeter. The older they get, the more I see you. They have your sense of humor...the apples didn’t fall far from the tree.

You’ll be glad to know I’m healing. I laugh more and cry less. I am considering a move to a new location. Leaving won’t be easy, but you will go with me, and God will lead me. It’s time to simplify. Life is still good and God is still great. Until I see you again, know how much I love you.

Connie