Dear Dad

Daddy,

I know inside you are miserable.

I know your job is excruciatingly stressful.

I know you feel a failure for smoking, again.

I know you think no one cares.

I know you can lose weight; you would feel better (I am trying too).

I wish you wouldn't eat every meal in excess like it is your last (see above).

I wish you extra will power to stop smoking, or at least cut back...a lot.

I wish you would sing again.

I wish you would wake up and realize we do love you and we do care; we'll help you.

I will help you, if you'd only let me.

Love you,
A