July 1971Jammy's Library. You are 28 years old. I can not even fathom all that you've been through.
This summer is so difficult. I'm doing the usual frenetic life style living that you so hated. I can't wait to see you again. I'm already concerned with how much of you I'll get when I see you. So dumb and non eternal. So Finite when you and Christ are infinite.
I'm hoping that I'll be as happy to see HIM as I am you. shh, don't tell.
You were so great. The hole is big and black. I working on finding new skills to fill it when it needs filling. No one fills it like you. Bumfield.

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