I didn't forget, Keith.
It's just harder to remember now.
Zach is seventeen...can y'believe it?
He plays guitar too, and you'd be so proud--he's good, and Krista wants to learn the flute--she is gorgeous too--makes me nervous.
It's probably best things turned out this way--we miss you, but I don't think Cathy could stand this without ya'll.
So give kisses to Cathy, and hug Dad, and tell him I'm gonna stomp some marigolds come spring.
I love you.