Ben it is cold.....I miss you, I love you. Debbie and Duane came down for  the week-end. I will enjoy them, but I keep thinking how very much you enjoyed it, when they would come down. Of course you always enjoyed anyone coming. I am trying to figure how to heat this house without all the gas we always seemed to use. I am still "hanging" in here, it was so  much easier when I was "hanging" in with you. It is chilly  down here in the den, and I don't want to have to turn the heat on down here just yet. I love you, you will always be my Ben, wish I could  curl up on your lap once more, or rub your head, or both.   BILL-EE