Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
We went to go take a look at your headstone today. It's the first time I've been back since we buried you. I don't know honestly that I'll be by too often. I just feel so much that you're not really there and that stopping by there is really more for us. This...these letters are my real time with you. Lexi left you a message written in the sand. I hope grass covers it soon. Not the message, but the sand. Though I realize no sand...no written message, obviously. We've been told it will. It still looks so fresh with the sand like that. Though it was easier for my heart than I was expecting, being there...I was surprised. I'm going to attribute that to the fact that you've held onto my box. I'm so attached to it, because I never really gave it away to you...at least in person, in the physical form. I've got to find a way to let that go. You know and I know what we need to. We also stopped by, and Mom left some flowers for, Granny and Poppy. Though we noticed that they never added a death date to Poppy's headstone. I got some great pictures of Eric and Lexi on the way back. It was a much lighter car ride home than expected. Mom laughed at a joke tonight that Eric made about his butt feeling like leather because Lexi was blowing smoke up it...just really funny that she thought it was funny. Miss you.

-Tiff