Dad, It's been 7 months. Long months - and you know nothing's the same. I'm not going to yammer at you about missing you and how lonely and wrong this feels, you already know all that.
I just wanted to say I love you. And to tell you it's snowing. And to let you know that Mikyla was crying, wanting to talk to you last night. I put your pillow case on her pillow and she was okay then. She said it still smells like you. I told Mom what she said and Mom laughed because it had been washed and put in the closet there for months now before she gave it to me. But.. whatever brings Mikyla comfort, right?
Lisa and Mom saw a horrible car wreck day before yesterday, sent me pics from the Mavica and the cell phone. Head on thing, they heard the two older folks died, but I don't know. If they did, I bet you know, don't you.
It was raining earlier today, but that's turned into the prettiest, gentle falling snow. It feels cleaner somehow, being snow.
Some girl took Nick's tie off of him at the dance the other night. How you would have loved to harrass him for that. I tried to do it properly but I didn't do it anywhere near as good as you would have.
Mallory's Depakote level is fine, she's been to her allergist, she's allergic to dustmites, cats, dogs, pine trees (yeah great, eh?) and cockroaches. No food allergies at all, she can (and does) eat anything she wants. She doesn't have allergies badly enough to require shots, just a nasal spray and an Alavert every day. She's doing good Dad. She still wants to talk about you, and sometimes she says the oddest thing, that she wishes it was the day of your funeral again. I asked her why the first time she said it, she said, "Then I could just see him one more time."
Maegan's getting shy and backwards with everyone. She doesn't want to be anywhere or go anywhere, but with me. Even to the bathroom. I know that's normal for kids her age, she's just growing up. She'll be three in August. It seems impossible doesn't it. I remember when you were trying to coax her to walk for you.
Joel, he's the same. Fast talking ladie's man. He still remembers you, and when I ask him what you said about me, he always answers, "That you're full of shit." I don't think he'll ever forget that. He says he's tired of everyone going to heaven. The poor kid. Between our side and Kelly's side, I think there were five funerals within a span of three or four weeks. Way too many.
As for Tristan, well, you knew him before we did, so I can't really tell you anything about him that you don't already know. Just that he's a beautiful little boy, you'd have had a ball out of him. He's a doll.
Bonnie's doing alright. Busy with the boys, school and her life. She checks in on me every day, if she doesn't come by.
Sarah, well not much has changed with Sarah. We've not heard from her since Thursday night. I hope she's alright. If you can, maybe you could look in on her, say a good hard "BOO!" and scare the living shit out of her. *laughs* I like the thought of that. She kept asking me if I thought you were proud of her. It'd be nice if you could go tell her yourself. Up close and personal.
As for Mom.. well she's doing okay, getting by. I worry about her, I don't get to be there with her nearly as much as I need to be. I wish summer would come and school would let out now so that we could spend time there. I know the kids are looking forward to the pool, and Mom is too. Lisa said something about Mom having big plans for all of us to do some major yard work. God, Dad, what you wouldn't do to get out of yard work.
Well, I have to go now. I do miss you Dad, very much. Catch you next time. G'nite.
Posted by juel at February 26, 2008 11:45 PM