I dont know why I find it so difficult to express my feelings to you. Even though we’re far apart I can see you as vividly as if you were here with me. I said I’ll miss you and I do. As Shakespeare more aptly wrote my sentiment in Sonnet 47:
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.
Grissom’s narration, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwky6puWiOE&mode=related&search=