...Houston..I think there's a problem..

I sent out an e-mail today, it landed into two unfortunate inboxes:) The gist, or actually the only thing I said was, I figured it out...I'm a hoarder. I'm not a hoarder in the true sense of the word, where the TV program would be clamoring at my doorstep. I just save things..not pizza boxes, stacks of newspapers or other gross stuff. It's mainly just stuff that I think will have another purpose..and with a 10yr old boy, my "stuff" usually has utility. I grew up with the woods as my backyard, I always want to make sure Ben can use his imagination, supplies at hand.

The guest bedroom is a dumping ground for stuff..stuff to save. Today I thought I would sift through the boxes of memories for better organization..and other stuff:) 

Jack was a somewhat hoarder himself, why do we have over 19 bikes in our basement? Actually, that gives me comfort, it was his passion.

I discarded a garbage sack of non-savables...then I found a letter from Jack. I thought my childhood home...known for basement flooding, had wiped out everything.

Anyone familiar to the Greek system at college, it was customary for a guys frat to want a sorority girl to become a little sister. Back then it seemed so important. Jack's frat didn't have the lil sis program.

I was asked...and here is the letter I found.

Barbie,
I wish you were with me right now. I'd hug the hell out of you and let you tell me that I'll do ok on my tests(which I won't).
Barbie, you don't know how much it means to me that you'd give up the little sis thing. I just wanted to thank-you and tell you how much I love you. I can't believe how lucky of a guy I am to have a little thing like you!
You'll never really understand, because you're not a guy. I just don't want to share you with anybody else is all. You're about the only thing I've ever done right and I'm not going to take chances of losing you to any other guy. Sometimes, I don't know which way is up. I'm a pretty confused person right now. It's like there are so many things I need to decide about. Even when I get I the feeling that I'm totally F'd up, I think about you and get this great feeling that somebody really cares about and wants me as much as I want them. I'm crying like hell right now and I'm not sure why. But I just want you to know that I love you with everything I've got and need you now more than ever in my life. Thanks for being you and thanks for being mine. Love, Jack

No wonder I'm a hoarder.