Dear Steve,

Dear Burt Reynolds, 

Steve, first, I appreciate all your support and love growing up. I and Kevin had an epic time over at Uncle Charles's farm with you, Chris, and Mike and we were all in as always in the shit-shenanigans that ensued. When July 4th came about each year, me and Kevo knew it was a great weekend at Robert’s Estate. Dining on good food and roaming on the farm. 

Of course, we had to be on our best behavior, Pope Charles(your dad) was a quiet man and a man you'd never back talk. My Godmother, Aunt Virginia was an Angel, she would let me get away with robbing a bank I do believe. She loved me, and I loved her very much. I miss them, truly miss our(Me, Kevin, & Jimbo) yearly Mecca Christmas visits to their new home, and for the last 15 years before they passed away we never missed a visit. 

   I miss our campouts down by the River too, fun times. And Uncle Charles never bothered us one time, I loved that. And let’s not forget the long winter nights after school, stripping tobacco, lol. No wonder I've had 4 back surgeries, fusions, and two bad hips, lol. But, I would do it all over again. You and Chris were too kind to us. Steve, you always made me laugh, and you and Chris were always generous to us. Without your incredible taste in Music, god forgives me, I’d still be listening to Conway Twitty & Meryl Haggard, I still hate country, but your albums always were awesome. Thanks for turning us on to Classic Rock. 

   I know you had Cancer, I'm suffering too, and just in case I'm going out, just wanted you to know I love you, Burt Reynolds, and thanks for being kind to me.