I had to come to the post office to pick up an insured package. It was your urn. The people told me they would email me before it was sent. They didn't. So I wasn't expecting it to be from them. I started crying before I even got out when I saw who sent it. Now, I sit in my car sobbing. They did such a great job on painting you. Mom had that vision of you welcoming Beauregard to the RB. I asked her why couldn't it have been me? I want to see you again so badly. I miss you so much.