March 15, 2010

Dear JoLee,

It certainly is the future now; I miss you everyday.  I think I saw Jacki or Annissa the other day at Walmart with some black dude; I did not say anything, though.  The colored beads hanging from the inside door knob to your room broke and there were little colored beads all over the floor.  It must have been caught in the door one too many times as we closed it and finally broke.  I gathered them up and was going to put them in that little plastic, blue, miniature "trash" can that you put your name on, but when I looked inside I found a dried up wristlet corsage; I am pretty sure it's the one I gave you on a Dad Daughter Date night.  The other night at band practice, the guitar player mentioned that he was taking his little daughter out to Daddy Daughter Date night that evening.  I wanted to say something, but really did not feel that I can share our experiences now that you are not here.  I did tell him to make sure he got a picture taken.  I wanted to tell him about the time the photographer quit earlier than his scheduled time and we arrived later, after our special dinner at a restaurant and we were both pissed at the guy for quitting early, but Mom saved the day when we got home and took that picture with that scurvy blue blanket in the background.  I have nine of our Dad Daughter date night pictures by my bed, along with those plastic classmate people you made in grade school and your self portrait.  By the way, they do not call it Dad Daughter Date Night anymore for political reasons.

Love, 

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