It's Memorial Day today. I've got the day off and it's along weekend with Monday being a holiday. I've got plenty of time to reflect upon those I love. Specifically the ones that are gone, and the ones who have abandoned me.
I sent your birthday card the day Ken passed away. I wrote it the day before. It was sealed and ready to mail, so I just sent it. I'm sorry for our loss. It took him 409 days to succumb to his injuries. I visited him 16 times. Most of the time I stayed only a week. A few times, I stayed as long as 3 weeks.
Friday is Hannah's birthday. We had been in sparse contact while Ken was ill. I've sent her a couple text messages but she won't answer. I wanted to send y’all stuff, but I’m not sure if you even get my cards.
This 'no speaking' thing seems like it's meant for some kind of punishment or something, but to be honest it just confuses me. You said you didn't want to hear from me and I've respected that, but I figure sending a letter every now and then would be ok.
I hope this letter finds you well. I love you, and I miss you every day. If you could find it in your heart, maybe you could just call and say ‘hi’. Of course, I’d invite you to eat, but all I really want is to be part of your life. I’ll always be here, I’ll always answer.
Love,
Dad