Dad

Dear Dad,

Today is our first real holiday without you (I don't count Father's Day because it is just made up for the card companies). Not only is it a holiday without you but it was your favorite holiday. Last night we were at Paul's Dad's house and popped some firecrackers. Madelyn was scared but I told her the firecrackers were trying to climb up in the sky so you could see them and they make a big bang so you can hear them. She seemed satisfied with that explanation and is no longer scared of the firecrackers. All in all, this day sucks and I wouldn't care if everyone just stopped celebrating independence day all together. Besides, you and I both know only about 25% of people truly know the history of this day.

Listen Dad, I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry I didn't make time to give you a hug goodbye the last time I saw you. I'm sorry I was afraid of the smell of the chemo and therefore did not sit up in your hobby room with you. I'm sorry that one time at Bells I made you ride the Zingo by yourself because I wanted to ride with another friend. I'm sorry for the time in college I didn't talk to you for a week because I was mad at you for asking if I was gaining weight (which I was). I'm sorry I quit softball too soon. I'm sorry I got irritated at you when you coughed too much. I'm sorry I didn't take advantage of the last 4 months of your life and spend much more time with you. I'm sorry I didn't call you everyday just to see how things were going. I'm a bad daughter and I'm sorry.

I love you

Happy 4th Daddy.

Lyndsey