Dear Dad,

I had a dream about you last night. I was standing by a huge dirt pile and this military helicopter landed on top of it.

And the Queen of England came out.

You came out right behind her wearing overall shorts.

I asked you what you were doing.

You said you were her bodyguard and that someone had to keep her safe from "all those mean old cows".

I was unsure if you were referring to actual bovine animals or old women - because The Fill In Receptionist always calls mean women, "That Old Heifer".

I always think that's funny because if they're old, they wouldn't even be called a heifer anyway.

Nancy wrote you a letter on her blog. I read it and cried.

It was a nice letter.

I cry sometimes. I see something that reminds me of you and I cry. And cry. And cry.

I've always been the biggest cry baby.

That's why I've taken down the picture of you and Karsen I had in the spare bedroom. I put it up against the wall backwards so I won't see it.

I'll put it back up when it doesn't hurt so bad.

Love,

Erin