![]() |
Saying "good-bye" to Dad. Please read. |
| I drove to your grave site, today. "Hello, Dad, I brought you a flower. It isn't real, but it's your favorite color, blue. And, it's shaped like a cross. It's a bit early for Father's Day but what can it hurt, eh? I hope you're comfortable and God understands that shooting yourself was a last resort. I forgive you. Sure miss how you loved to pick on me. I'm thinking I'll be missing you always, Dad. Gotta go to church, now. I'm taking you with me, okay?" |