The Pine box....

I'm writing this after Uncle Bobs funeral. Boys , I do not want any thing
fancy for me when I do go. I would like to be wrapped in white linnens and
placed in a plain pine box or carrier. Take all that and cremate me. I
don't need to be spread any where; in fact split me in two and keep me at
your house. If you don't mind. I want to buy a casket now but your mom
thinks I am nuts for even thinking about this.

I'm going to say it once but I could not do it when my own Uncle died. Boys
don't cry for me. Don't waste the tears. I hope you both become better men
than I was. Learn more than I did and be better fathers than I was. That
last part is always the hardest. You never know what lessons you are
teaching at any particular moment.

The one thing I want you both to know now and even after I die is that
-Never ever forget that I loved you both. I say it to you everyday and many
many times each day because my father did not know how to say it. Boys, I
love you.