Justin Reid
To my father Jim, I sure miss all the advice you gave me and miss all your old stories from stealing wine with friends to riding in your friends police car in the 70's going down a steep hill and jumping the car. You told me you said "let me out of this effing thing" to him (I forgot his name sorry) then you would always pump me up about finding a better job that actually respects me and with better pay. I miss the times you would write me and say dinner is in the microwave and it's pot roast with carrots and potatoes. I think of you daily dad... Even though I wasn't blood you always made sure to treat me as such. I love you and you will forever be in my heart and mind.