I did not know Ward had passed. I knew "Aunt" Bettie had passed, and it hurt not to be able to express my feelings to Ward. I miss them both very, very much. I miss my time with them as a child in West Salem, Bettie playing ragtime; Ward explaining dandelion wine. My brother Scottie and I made a tent in the front yard out of fallen sticks and old sheets, and got cold and wet and then went home. They said it was alright. I miss my time with them at Camp Wyoming, watching hummingbirds outside the window. I miss them in Phoenix on the Keweenaw. I miss that room full of books, lots of westerns; and the radio on the far side of the kitchen. I remember the outside sauna before the bathroom was built. I was there when the flies hatched, when they were black and strong and their bites hurt. I remember Bettie reading, and Ward... being Ward. I was there in Michigan when we had the heart scare at the church. In time it's been 20 years since I last spoke to them, but today I miss them, and today it hurts.