I remember the times, when you took me to work @ the bakery the midnight shifts.......@ the foundry on saturdays to ride around on the sweeper......I remember the times we would cruise the back roads & drive on ur lap in the green van...........I remember the times you were sick in the hospital, them times made me so sad..............I remember the times we hung out fishin & huntin.....
Do you remember the times I called you with my troubles? You do.........I know you do..........now I have no one to call & talk to about them.............thats why I need you to come talk to me..........so please Dad, Come pay me a visit in my dreams or real life.............its been awhile.........I really need to talk to you soon............
Love,
Harry