Well, it's been 3 months. I'm getting by - it's hard, but I'm happy, overall. I know that's what you'd want - I guess that makes it easier.
Yesterday I wrote the speech I'll give at your burial. I don't know how I feel about fumbling through another speech in front of the gazillion people who love you, but I'll do my best.
My little cousin Lydia asks about you a lot. You never met her and I don't know why she's so curious about you, but it is really sweet. She loves looking at old pictures of you - she says you were "very handsome!" - and she's decided her favorite band is the Beatles. She and I often dance to "I'll Follow the Sun" and "Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da."
I talked to Barry yesterday. He misses you too. Everybody does, of course...I think I do the most, though.
Love you, miss you,
Life goes on.