My son loves airplanes. When he sees one, he starts hollering and going on and on about how exciting it is. This evening, I am a bit tired and I have some stuff to get done, so I turned on a documentary about the Memphis Belle.

My son is currently sitting and watching, completely mesmerized.

As I sit here, I see so many images of his daddy before my eyes. The way he looks at the screen, his facial expression, looks exactly like the Lobster. Even the way he is sitting is virtually identical to his daddy.

Oh how I miss him...