Remember when I’d come to the house and you’d always grab my hand.  Then, you’d run your fingers along the tips of my nails.  I miss your doing that.  It was something very singular to you and I.  Maybe you don’t remember doing this but I do.  I love you, Bea.  Don’t forget that.  No matter what happens.  I love you and I’m thinking of you and keeping the memory of you alive inside of me, everyday.  Xxoo