Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My sweet Daddy, I miss you every day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you and the things you used to say. Just last night, when I was leaving from getting Mama's groceries, I told Mama - If Daddy was here, he'd say "Where're you going - what's your hurry" - even if I'd been there for hours. I love you, Daddy. Save me a place up there. I'll be there some day. Love, Priscilla (Si)
