dear dad,

hello dad, it’s me… jr. i know that i’m posting this a little bit later than i wa supposed 2 n i know that ur mad b/c i’m not in bed getting my sleep. it’s around 1:06 on aug.22, 2007 n i’m over here @ aunt cindy’s house n of course i can’t sleep @ all. it has now been around 8 months or so since u’ve now pasted away n i still have not herd from u in any way. i have told u time n time again that i want u 2 come visit me in my sleep or 2 just give me a sign that u r ok, but u have not yet done so. there r a few nights that i lay awake wondering y god descided that he wanted u up the with him 2day n in such a short notice. there r a few nights that i lay awake wondering if u r ok n when u will come 2 visit me in my dreams. there r a few nights that i lay awake wondering what 2day might be like if u were still down here on earth with me. i wonder so many things, but 4 some reason i can’t seem 2 stop wondering about them.

this past year has been really hard 4 all of us, but i think that it was mostly hard 4 u b/c u were the one who was sick with ur cancer n descided 2 never give up no matter what god through ur way. n b/c u never gave up on yourself it tought me 2 never give-up on anyone, mostly myself. i know that it’s hard 2 put it in words, but u have really tought me the person that i want 2 be.

u used 2 bring home stray animals off of the streets n take care of them until they were better. u used 2 enjoy life all the time, even when life didn’t seem 2 be going ur way @ all. u used 2 tell me that if i tried hard enouf that i could do anything that i wanted 2. u used 2 tell me that when ever mom n i didn’t get along with mom or just anyone that 2marrow was a new day n that each day is a new beginning. u used 2 tell me that life is way 2 short 2 be fighting all the time with ur family n that u just don’t know if 2day could be 2 late 2 say sorry. sometimes saying sorry dosen’t come fast enouf in life.