6 years, 2 months, 28 days.  I made your Pound Cake for Grandpa and Uncle Rex.  I finally found the gumption to take your wedding ring to my jeweler.  Earrings.  It only took me 6 years to decide on earrings.  My Lord, you had big fingers.  The Family Gathering was held, and as always, there was a huge, gigantic, gaping hole where you should have been. The race played quietly in the background on the radio.  Mom served fried chicken.  Lydia stopped by for a visit.  The girls played in the pool for almost 7 straight hours.  Kelly gave special hugs to everyone who shares her middle name. In all ways it was perfect, except you weren’t there.  Nothing makes that right.  Before we left for the dinner, I watered your ivy.  6 years, 2 months, and probably 20 days of growth, and your ivy has nearly taken over my front porch.  I look around me this weekend and you are everywhere…except here.