I'm coming to you , to find you - in the dirt like you shouldve found me. That stone is my last chance concrete test of whats real. In life people come and go disappear and talk in whispers that echo louder once they are gone. Maybe the dead are more solid- at least they stand still where you put them and long enough to be seen.
I cant remember what your voice sounds like anymore.

Im leaving monday. I'll see you next week. You better show up.
Your loving daughter ( I know what I mean by "love"- I don't know what everybody else means by it)

BTW Dad, I didnt ever tell you how %#@&#! up I am cause I didnt want you going to your grave with that- but Im supposed to be the one whose dissociative right? Well, I didnt set the pattern out for people to be quick change artists or to pop in and out like a jack-in-the-box - thats wasnt me- that was already in progress in the human behavior and I just cant watch out for it. You were that way. Talk to you later.

PS- Im bringing rain so at least your flowers will bloom-
I always bring water