Letters to Heaven

Dear Dad, I like writing to you at night, it makes me feel like your still here. I'm sure some of my customers will find this a very strange blog and if you were here you would probably yell at me for doing this:) So I miss you and Lisa is a mess, Jennie isn't talking about it and neither am I, for nwo. She dreamed about you and said you looked good and tan and there were no bruises on your arm. You looked healthy and she told you she loved you. xo