tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889088.post-21155198130096933132008-05-05T19:53:00.003-05:002008-05-05T20:05:03.225-05:002008-05-05T20:05:03.225-05:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/SB-spI-APjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tu5aK4PNSTU/s1600-h/airbear.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/SB-spI-APjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tu5aK4PNSTU/s320/airbear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062317791002162" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/SB-spo-APkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/62DBvfP2cfA/s1600-h/ajbookstore.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--oT3YLGmxI/SB-spo-APkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/62DBvfP2cfA/s320/ajbookstore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062326380936770" /></a><br /><br />Mom is baking your coconut cream pie right now. Three years ago she baked two for you. You ate half of one before leaving to give your friend a ride that terrible day May 10, 2005. May is bitter sweet. Coconut cream pie was my favorite. It tastes better without tears.<br /><br />Miss you. Love you.<br />DadAaron and Patrick's Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189997742942794908noreply@blogger.com