Merry Christmas Pop, I miss you. Nine months and the sting of your passing hurts more now than the day you left. I'm trying hard to keep things together, of course, you already know that. The memories I have of all of the past Christmases bring back such joy. The times of sledding down the hill in Ohio, the new Hulk pajamas in Rhode Island and the Christmases you and Mom came to see Tina and I in Muse for Christmas dinner. I miss you, my heart will never be the same without you. Your hug and your voice is what I truly miss and need to feel and hear. I love you Dad. Your son, Roy