Dear T,

I found my Dad's art stuff tonight. It's like discovering a treasure chest! There's a whole package of unused brushes and some paints. I think there are more paints in another box but you know how it is finding things in my basement! It's also a little bittersweet because he could have helped me paint when he was alive. Why did I wait until after he's gone to get back into art?

I miss you! Maybe it's my Dad I miss instead. Life is so sad. I remember the Thanksgiving he came to my house after __ passed away. If we were doing SE right now, I'd say my stomach hurts and I'm crying.It's 3 years and I haven't mourned him much. At the same time, I'm wondering if you're going out-of-town for the holiday. I didn't ask so you didn't say, which is better because I'm not as worried. Maybe your kids are coming to you instead. Neither of us have our parents. We have that in common but I wish we didn't.

Love,
rainbow