7/16/17. Sunday morning. Yesterday you asked Sandy what you should do. She wept. You sense the end is near. You long for it. You ask God for it. He seems to be listening. I miss you already. Chase will miss you. I don't know how I'm going to explain it to him when he can't see you anymore. I really don't understand it myself. Time is fleeting. So much to say. So little time. Rest for now.