That summer we were apart, we met in New York and stayed in that beautiful hotel, didn't we? 

Each morning, he would jump in the front seat of the car and go with you to the corner store to pick up the paper. 

You would recite the recipe for "cowboy coffee" as you were making it for us, "Fill with warm milk, add 2 tablespoons of coffee, 1 tabl 

On Sundays, you would take a break from house work and we would listen to Appalachian Springs together. 

The sound of the organ would travel throughout the house when you played it on Christmas morning. 

We collected those odd trophies with our names written on old bowling pins from celebrating so many birthdays at the bowling alley. 

Weren't you worried about cutting yourself while we were carving pumpkins? 

Wasn't it odd that their dog had the same birthday as us?