Walking into the guest bedroom at your house in Texas, and this photo was on the table next to the bed. I remember feeling pleased with your mom had put it there, not that I liked the photo that much, but that I would be a constant reminder to you, Hunt, whenever you went into that room. I was afraid when you moved to Texas I would not see you very often.
I was so sad the day you and mom and daddy pulled away in the moving van.
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