Dear Sarah,
This is a letter to you near your dad's birthday. Nearing eight
you now read and continue to read more and more.
Yesterday in my small driving class (only three girls), I wrote my
Journey words on the white board. One of the girls asked if I was
ever going to stop putting words up onto the board.
As I wrote, 'follow a butterfly' one of the girls stated,
"I have done that."
I could try to write something just for your dad, but it does not work
that way. When I write, the words or the ideas show up. I put the
words on paper. Each reader sees the same words but never
reach the same meaning as the next reader.
As I think about you and your dad I smile or even laugh out loud.
You are one quarter me. My poor granddaughters are part grandpa.
That even frightens me.
I will also hand write this note into your wire bound notebook.
As you or someone you know reads it years from now they too will
wonder, "What's he talking about?"
I am just talking to you, and I fully enjoy listening to you.
Please hug your dad for me on his birthday.
Grandpa Dale
News - words - thoughts.
