Dear Dad,
I am recalling the day you were taken away from us. It was a hard pill to swallow. You became combative after a while in being in the nursing facility and didn't like it much of having to be there. I moved there to be with you and you were happy for I was there. We had a lot of things to share in our time of being together that are remembered today.
The time you threw the Mason jar on the floor and burst is was a gift I had given you the day before. I didn't know you hadn't remembered having it given to you. It makes me sad in thinking of your feelings and feeling of yourself as being a dead man which you knew before we did. Yes, all those things were eight years and ten months ago that they occurred.
I am hopeful you are happy for me with the e-book being out something this month. And knowing your part will be coming up next year for us to share with the world the beautiful works you had. I thank the Lord for the privilege of knowing of your work today remains on Writing.com.
May you have a wonderful day and may you be happy and know I love you.
Love and hugs,
Jim, your son
