So, when I was home I was cleaning out my mom's office with her. Included, among many, many, mom-your-a-hoarder items were dozens of spiral notebook scribe notes from my father. He is the OG SS (spiral scribe). He used to leave letters in the mailbox, on our cars, etc.
Most of them were for my sister (she was the favorite of his, and I guess that doesn't come without it's price). I didn't read them, they weren't for me, but one p.s. (the p.s. is where the extra crazy special sauce always kicks in). It read, "P.s. - I have dreams of you dying. I don't mean to scare you, but that is how it is. I just wish we could all be a family again. I don't want you to die.)
Please note, this letter was written to a nine year old girl. My mom kept asking me what she should do with the letters. I told her I couldn't make that decision for her. I recommended she put them away and let my sister decide for herself what she wanted to do with them, when things get more settles. (I don't think there is anything about him worth keeping, but I can't make that decision for sister).
