i know i never really got around to saying this but i always kinda thought of you as my i dunno godfather i guess would be the word. I seem to have misplaced the tape we always used to listen to raodtrips.. you know the ghost riders in the sky, the song about the mexican maiden, anyway the best substitute i could find was marty robbins gunfighter ballads but it just doesnt cut it. I miss you voice. I miss hearing you wistle i miss eating breakfast with you, black coffee always black coffee. i remember one christmas in there when you sang Oh Holy Night and hushed the crowd, flled the church and made it seem like there was nothing and everything that existed a voice that didnt hesitate to prevail. a genius at his craft. I started playng guitar finally about a year ago andreally took a liking to that epiphone of yours, mom wont let me take it off to college though... figures. but ill find something to play. I love you sean, i dont think i told you that enough so im sayin it now. I love you sean youll always be a part of my family, thanks for a being a great childhood hero.
yours truly
kate