It was been 7 years since you've been gone. I would say that it seems like it was just yesterday, but it really doesn't. It seems like a lifetime ago. When you left the story, Paul and I had just moved in together a few days before. Since then, we have moved back to Wichita, got engaged, got married, got pregnant, had the most amazing daughter, just to name the big ones.
I still think of you all the time, and you still visit in my dreams, but not as often. I miss you so much! I wish you could be here to meet your granddaughter! She is more amazing than you could ever imagine! She knows who you are, even at her young age! When she sees a picture of you, she says "Papa!" And speaking of Papa, Granny and Papa love her to the moon and back. I remember your words and still try to call them once a week and visit as often as I can.
I am finally doing something to get healthy and lose weight. I got much bigger than you ever saw me at. But I'm getting smaller and healthier and doing things I never thought possible. And in doing all of this, it makes me mad at you! Why couldn't you have done these things? If you would've not eaten crap and sat on the couch, you may still be here with us! I am NOT going to have a heart attack and die when I'm 47! I refuse to except that as my fate! I will be here to see my daughter grow up and get married and have children!
I hope you don't take this the wrong way... I love you and I miss you and you are my inspiration to not be like you! I hope I still make you proud!
Teddy Gene Batt Jr.
September 7, 1958-July 5, 2005