My Dearest Brother......Its so cold and dreary....I think of you every day. Tomorrow is Dads birthday. I know all too well how he is going to feel. Empty....empty hearted without all his children around him to celebrate. We will be there of course but there will always be that empty chair. That chair that will never be filled by anyone .... only by you. The fire burns hot and bright....in the flames I see your eyes....the warmth that I so miss.