Dear Vernon,
I didn't realize how much I missed you until I started to write this note. I miss those afternoon conversations where we talked for an hour or more on the telephone. We talked about everything under the sun and about our computers. If I had been having a problem, chances were pretty good that you had a similar problem and could give me a hint or two based on your personal experience. It was also a great joy for me to be able to sit around the table or the living room and talk with you and our sisters about so many wonderful memories growing up. I am thankful that I had the opportunity to visit with you so much after the years had rolled by with little contact. I know you are educating some of your heavenly neighbors about your many practical experiences as a listener across the bar, etc. Please save a place for me in case I am fortunate to come your direction one of these days. You are missed, but your were dearly loved and love never dies.
Brother Dave