Hello Little Girl,
The same day Anna and I took you to the Farmer’s Market in Sacramento (I don’t remember if it was before or after), you and I played “Cootie”. For some reason, we were in the house alone and I retrieved the game from the closet. I remember I bought it at a thrift store in the hopes that I would one day be able to play it with a youngster that might enjoy a game from “way back”. You and I read the rules before we played (just to make sure) and started tossing the dice and connecting bug parts. What fun! Before I knew it, we’d played about 10 games and it seemed you thought we’d play Cootie all day. Unfortunately (for you) I got bored and wanted to do something else. Thank you for being my friend that day, thanks for being a good sport, and thanks for keeping your Uncle Butch company. Wanna come over tomorrow?
I miss you and so wish you were here so we could watch you grow.
With love,
Uncle Butch
Submitted by Patrick (Butch) Kubitz, in loving memory of his niece, Margareta Kubitz.
This website was inspired by the memory of Margareta Sol Kubitz in hopes of helping others work through the pain of grief.