I've been thinking a lot about my best friend Skip Mills from Concord today. I met him back in 2002 right after I got out of the hospital and had no place to live. Skip kinda took me under his wing and helped me out. I haven't seen the man since may 13, 2004. If that date looks familiar it should that's when Ginger and I got married. He was my best man and Gingers psydo father of the bride. The last I remember of him is of him waving goodbye with years in his eyes. I cried most of the way to Michigan. After about a week of living in our new home I got a letter from him. I sent him a two sentence letter in return. I was so wrapped up in my new life I guess I just forgot about him. He called when he got my letter saying he was pissed off at my lack of response to his letter. When we last spoke he was waiting to go to court and a drug charge. It wasn't even his and he told me it was 2 years old. I guess he went to jail and now I can't find him. I try looking for him on and off but still I can't find him. We were together everyday for about 2 years. In Navy Speak he was my Sea Daddy. In the real world he was the best friend I have ever had this side of Ginger. As I sit here writing this I've got tears running down my cheeks. I miss the man like I've never missed anyone.