Dear Dad,

It has been a while since we last spoke.

These days have been strange, the winter in long and the wind has been hammering the house for the last few days.

I have been thinking about you since yesterday, and I still wonder how you managed to be so strong and centred for all of your life. I am not sure what to do with my own life and would love to talk with you to get your point of view.

Today, in the afternoon, I brought Ted out for a run in the park. That dog is still as amazing as the day you gave it to me, although today he made me scream in pain… he decided he had to catch a squirrel in the park while he still was on a leash, guess how happy my shoulder was about the unexpected shock? Yeah, I know, I should look after that pain a bit better, but I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover from that accident.

When Ted took off, I swore so loud that an old lady gave a me a one of those glaze that I could hear her thoughts and yes, I know I shouldn’t do that but the pain was horrible and you know that I don’t care about offending someone’s imaginary friend in heaven!

I spent another good hour looking at Ted running around and playing while I was smoking that English Mixture you gave me last year, and you were right, it tastes better with the big Dunhill pipe!

It is now time for me to say goodbye and go back to work; I have one of those overtime support session for a customer.

I wish you were still with us. I’ll miss our chats forever an I guess they don’t give you pen and paper once you pass away.

Miss you,